And boys that ask me on dates because they don't get the hint that I'm SO not interested.
And the fact that I can't say no to these boys that ask me on these dates that I hate.
Ugh.
Too bad I wasn't born into a culture with arranged marriages. That would've been perfect for me.
Just kidding. Maybe.
Anyway, back to dating and the hatred I have for it.
This is how it makes me feel:
I've come to realize that dates are like sardines: you either love em or you hate em, and if you hate them then you do whatever you can to stay away from them because they make you want to vomit. Sure, it may seem like a good idea to try them out because "everyone else is doing it", but then once you're done you're left feeling the sickness and regret.
This is why I'm most likely going to stay single for the rest of my life.
You may think I'm over-reacting and that I still have years to find a lover, but I'm starting to really think I'm right. Here's why:
Exhibit A: Cute boy comes up to talk to Amy
Cute boy: Hey, how are you?! (In sexy happy voice)
Amy: Uhh...(thinks to self: shoot! What do I say?? What do I say?? Say something cute & flirty! Wait, what if he thinks I'm trying too hard, oh no, oh no) uhh...fine. How are you? (In quiet, unsexy voice)
Cute boy: Good!
*Awkward silence*
Cute boy: Ok, well...bye
Cute boy walks away. Opportunity: dismissed.
Exhibit B: Not so cute boy walks up to Amy
Not so cute boy: So, um, hey Amy! So I was wondering, maybe would you wanna do something sometime?
Amy: (thinks to self: aw crap, why didn't I walk the other way to my car?? I totally could've avoided this.) Oh, sure!
Not so cute boy: How about this Saturday??
Amy: (thinks to self: dangit, I'm not doing anything Saturday) Umm....I'm not sure because I'm really busy this week and I don't know how much time I'll have open
Not so cute boy: Oh, ok.....how about we plan on it and if you can't make it let me know?
Amy: (thinks to self: ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Ya, sounds good
Not so cute boy: Ok, see ya Saturday!
Here's what's wrong with the two situations. In exhibit A I have the opportunity to make a date happen with a cute boy. However, because I'm LAME I don't know how to talk to cute boys, so I mess it up. And if I somehow end up on a date with a cute boy, then I don't know what to say because I'm dumb. Therefore, the date is not fun because I'm too worried the whole time.
In exhibit B I really don't want to go on the date, but once again I'm LAME and don't know how to say no, so yet again I'm stuck going on a date that is not fun. Do you see my dilemma here now??
My solution is simple: Guys, if I never EVER initiate conversation with you and I somehow find my way out of hanging out with you more than once, then just give it up. It'll be better for both of us if you just move on. However, if I do speak to you, then ask me to hang out. Really! Do it! Don't be afraid. It's really only rare that I wouldn't wanna hang out with you. As long as you look normal and have a fun personality. But don't even mention the word date. Let it be a date in your mind, whatever, but as long as I think it's hanging out then I'm ok. And let me open my own doors. That stuff is just unnecessary. I know you're trying to be sweet & everything, but wait until we're actually dating to do that.
I hope I don't come across as the B word. I'm really not. I just have strong opinions about dating.
Ok. That's all.
