I was babysitting a few weeks ago when one of the kids asked me if I had a boyfriend. So I answered truthfully: “No.” She immediately asked me why. Now that was a good question.
I mean, I have plenty of guy friends – I tend to get along better with guys than girls most of the time. It's not like I’m not afraid to talk to boys I find attractive – honestly, I’m in love with one of my best guy friends. But he will never know, and he has a girlfriend, anyway. I swear all of the good boys are already taken.
I honestly just suck at all things dating related.
I don’t know how to flirt. I never wear makeup or do my hair. I don’t try to show off my cleavage, midriff, or booty (not that I have any boobs or butt to show off anyway). I don’t follow the latest trends in fashion. I’m not ugly but I’m not drop dead gorgeous either. I’m just average.
I don’t like to play dumb.
I’m not going to act ditzy to make a guy feel superior. I like to be right, and I’m not afraid to argue my points. I’m stubborn and blunt and straightforward. I like to be in charge of things. I put getting good grades before getting drunk at parties.
I may be a twenty years old, but I’m actually a twelve-year-old boy at heart.
I like talking about farts and poop – they are hilarious and both very important parts of my life. So, dad, if you are reading this, I want you to know that your anti-dating plan is working. I hope you’re happy.
I’m goal oriented and driven.
I know what I want and I’m determined to achieve it. I work hard and take no days off. I’m pretty regiment and OCD and I’m always making plans about three months in advance. I like do things and I don’t have time to stop what I’m doing just to cuddle and watch Netflix until 2 am every night (although I do like that occasionally).
So, why don’t I have a boyfriend?
I guess I just haven’t found the right guy yet. I’m not about to go desperately prowl for one and pretend to be somebody I’m not. I am content where I’m at right now – single and ready for another Pringle! Someday I know I’ll find a boy who likes me for all that I am (which can be a lot to handle) or maybe he will find me because I’m not necessarily searching. In the meantime, I’m just going to keep doing me.