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enamouredI am lame, and I have, on occasion, gone to public events solely to see if I could guy-watch. Tonight I went to a VP debate watch party partially because of that (the other reason was to actually meet people other than guys, okay, and because I like getting free stuff, and I got free stickers and pins, whoo). I was wandering around and over at a table where two women were selling seriously marked down designer bags (I don't care if they're elaborate fakes, they look real enough to me, and I have spent enough time drooling over this one plaid Coach bag to know what it looks like) when I look over and oh my God, Hotness standing alone in the corner.
In a move of bravery, I went and introduced myself, and saw that he was with my school's paper. We talked for a moment and I found out that he went to the same high school as me and he graduated a year ahead of me. After the debate was over, I went and let him interview me. I knew what I wanted to say, but it may have come out rambly and/or ridiculous, because I was A.) excited and B.) thinking, "Oh my God oh my God you are the first attractive guy I've talked to in months who seems interesting and I hope that I run into you on campus so that something more can come of this chance encounter!" And I made note of the name on the press pass, because, well--this is the age of social networking. Any good college student can be found via a Facebook or MySpace search, right?
So yeah. Five minutes ago, I looked him up. And he has a girlfriend.
That horrendous screeching sound? Yeah, that was me putting on the brakes.
I swear, it's like a curse. Half the guys I meet and like have girlfriends. A fourth of the half left are complete morons or have traits that I find in no way desirable. And a fourth of that is just not into me. Guys, what do I do now? I am totally considering a Craigslist ad, or joining some dating site, or, well, considering inventing some kind of time machine so that I could go back and tell myself ten years ago, "KISS THE BOYS YOU LIKE. REALLY. DO IT. YOU WILL END UP REGRETTING NOT DOING IT, SO SCREW IDEALISTIC NOTIONS. I PROMISE, YOUR LIFE WILL BE BETTER."
In a move of bravery, I went and introduced myself, and saw that he was with my school's paper. We talked for a moment and I found out that he went to the same high school as me and he graduated a year ahead of me. After the debate was over, I went and let him interview me. I knew what I wanted to say, but it may have come out rambly and/or ridiculous, because I was A.) excited and B.) thinking, "Oh my God oh my God you are the first attractive guy I've talked to in months who seems interesting and I hope that I run into you on campus so that something more can come of this chance encounter!" And I made note of the name on the press pass, because, well--this is the age of social networking. Any good college student can be found via a Facebook or MySpace search, right?
So yeah. Five minutes ago, I looked him up. And he has a girlfriend.
That horrendous screeching sound? Yeah, that was me putting on the brakes.
I swear, it's like a curse. Half the guys I meet and like have girlfriends. A fourth of the half left are complete morons or have traits that I find in no way desirable. And a fourth of that is just not into me. Guys, what do I do now? I am totally considering a Craigslist ad, or joining some dating site, or, well, considering inventing some kind of time machine so that I could go back and tell myself ten years ago, "KISS THE BOYS YOU LIKE. REALLY. DO IT. YOU WILL END UP REGRETTING NOT DOING IT, SO SCREW IDEALISTIC NOTIONS. I PROMISE, YOUR LIFE WILL BE BETTER."
