“Somehow I’ll Make a Man Out of You”

   Guess what… I’m going to talk about boys again, but I’ll hopefully be much more concise. The main reasons I am thinking about boys way too much for a normal person is that my frienemy Homecoming is coming up in three weeks. Can you believe that? I have three weeks to try and find a date (in case you were unclear how all of that before stuff about boys connected). So I have made a list of boys I know. (Names have been generalized to protect my sanity in case it is true that up to three people might actually read this). Let’s play find me a date, shall we?


Bachelor #1. My guy friends’ friends- (this is more than one boy, I just don’t know them well enough to separate them) All of my guy friends seem to be dating someone all of the sudden, so I defiantly can’t even friend date them (just going to the dance as friends, not really dating). This leaves me their friends who are boys. Except my guy friends have mainly girl friends, and their friends that do happen to have a y chromosome are geeks. Don’t get me wrong; I have no problem with geeks, we just don’t have very much in common normally.


Bachelor #2. This one boy in some of my classes or his friend- I’ve know them as acquaintances for a while (i.e: we went to school together before high school) but I’m pretty sure they don’t really want to date me. This is mainly because they are cool. Not like in the “in” crowd (even though they are) but just intangibly cool. Like rock stars. I am just a puny mortal. I realize I have no chance.


Bachelor #3. A boy my friends know that I have no met, but who is also apparently lonely- I don’t know him, he doesn’t know me, but maybe we could friend date. I’ve heard nice things about him and we share some interest. However, this is not what I’d call a sure thing. Really it’s a prayer that he is just as desperate for a date as I am and doesn’t care who I am.


   Well, my prospects look bleak. Maybe someone will surprise me. Perhaps I will meet a nice Christian boy in the Bible study I am joining. Others have. I will keep my fingers crossed.


The word "lethologica" describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.