God's Sense of Humor 2/15/2001
(Disclaimer: with the exception of the school names, all names of the people I'm talking about are false names to protect the innocent...sounds melodramatic, huh?)
Hint: Read "UPDATED: My World" entry before you begin--it tell you who's who in my own little world. Also, this entry is an extension of the previous one.)
Ok, this is going to sound cheesy...wait...it is cheesy. :o) To find out more about my colleges, I go onto AOL Member Directory and enter "student @ X University" and it gives me lots of profiles of students who go to that school. I copy, edit, and paste a bunch of names and send out a mass e-mail asking questions about the school. It's actually very. One of the people who wrote back in response to my University of Rochester e-mail was this guy named Dan. We've been talking for over a year, and unlike most, he's never asked me what I look like, what my bra size is, if we could meet, etc) Anyway, so he has, so far, fulfilled what I want in a guy. He's a psych major at UR, which means he's no dummy, he reads GASP Yes, people, there ARE guys out there who read for fun. He's given me a lot of advice about Rochester. He was the one who told me to send in slides with my application, because things like that would really help my application. He seems to believe I have a real shot at getting in and thinks I'm a smart person. When I went up to visit UR, he gave me his dorm #, in case I wanted him to show me around, or just stop by and say hi. I never went because I had to go on a group tour, and then to an information session. He knows about John Grisham, who I adore, and gave me some names of books he thought I'd like. Very few guys, at least in my opinion, enjoy reading. I know its dorky, but there are some days I just curl up on my bed or couch and read for hours. (My claim to fame is that when I was 11, I read 42 books in one summer.) He's funny too. He makes these jokes sometimes that are so funny I put them on my profile or just put them in my favorites.
I am by no means saying that I am in love with this guy; I'm just kind of wishing there was someone like him at my school...
This is going to sound terrible, but the only guys who have ever liked me were either extremely dorky or extremely stupid. At CMU, there was this one guy named Phil. He was one of those skinny guys I was talking about in my earlier entry (he was 100 pounds soaking wet), he had this huge nose and Adams apple (ewewewewew), this HUGE hair, slightly taller than me, and this really high-pitched voice. He had to be at least an alto...Anyway, he was in the Eagle Scouts (Not that I'm dissing the Eagle Scouts) and was always incorporating something about the Eagle Scouts into our conversations. Like, me, Dee, and Jade were going to a club in Pittsburgh called Stratus. Phil, for some reason, wanted to come. While we were walking there he said, "Don't worry girls. If one of you gets hurt, I know how to make a tourniquet. AND, I know CPR." Dude, we're just going to a club. Then, he starts getting nervous (my big tough Eagle Scout is afraid of the big bad club) and says "Gee guys, will I get in trouble because I'm going into an 18+ club and I'm only 17? I mean, they won't ARREST me will they?" Sigh. No, Phil. "I don't know...are you sure??" (Restrainig urge to punch Phil) "Yes Phil." Then, we get there, and Phil starts dancing. Never have I before, and never will I again witness something so scary as Phil's dancing. He was wiggling his entire body, flailing his arms...and then he comes over to me and says, "And you thought I couldn't dance!" Uhhh...you can't dude. Has anyone ever seen the movie "Night at the Roxberry?" That's Phil's dancing. Make a long story short, the night sucked. Dee and Jade found some gorgeous guys to dance with them, and I was stuck with Phil. He was the only one who'd dance with me, so we went home. Our trip home is another diary entry in itself...
Then there's Andrew. All he wanted to be was a construction worker. He didn't even want to finish high school, and forget college. He was also extremely skinny, slightly taller than me, big nose, and couldn't dance to save his life. (Aren't there any tall guys out there who weigh more than a twig????) Also, he had no personality. We'd talk on the phone and his answers consisted of yeah, no, uh-huh, and neato. (Read previous entry to understand the joke).
It's depressing. I kept him around for awhile because I'm mean and selfish; having a person who likes you, even if you dislike them, feels good. You feel WANTED. Anyway, so this is my ridiculous dilemma. The guys I know who like me, I dislike, and the one guy I meet over the Internet is like my other half. God definitely has a sense of humor
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