Ah, the single life of an eighteen year old. How exciting. Not really.
I'll admit it, I have no boyfriend. Because having a boyfriend immediately means having drama.
No, that's not really why I don't have a boyfriend. I don't not have a boyfriend by choice. I would like to have boyfriend, but I'm just not ready for a relationship right now (unless, of course, it's with Steve).
I actually had a date last weekend, but I chickened out and told him I had to go to a dinner at my parents church. Which was true, for the most part. I didn't have to go, but I wanted to and it was a good excuse for not going on a date with a guy that I really wasn't even interested in. Let me tell you the story of how I got roped into saying yes that I would go out with a guy that I didn't know and I highly doubt I would have liked.
It all started out when my oldest sister, Michaela, met this kid that worked at her local Walmart. She started telling him about me and told me about him and she even took a picture of him so she could show me what he looks like. I could tell immediately that he just wasn't really going to be my type. He looked like he was kinda skinny and I don't like skinny guys. I like to be able to feel my man.
Well, anyway, so she even got his number so she could give it to me but she never ended up giving it to me. So one night, my other older sister, Paula, and I were at that Walmart that the guy works at and we saw him and we creeped on him for a good fifteen minutes. Paula kept telling me to go talk to him and shit and after about five minutes she gave up on that and was just like "whatever, you're not gonna talk to him" even though I was constantly saying I would talk to him. She thought I was too scared to go up to him and say something and I thought I was too because I am super shy. So finally, I was just like okay, I can do this, and I walked up to him and talked to him for a minute. He got my number and Paula and I left.
A couple of days later he called me and asked me if I wanted to go out on Sunday. I told him yeah, just because I couldn't think of a way to kindly tell him that I actually wasn't interested and I only talked to him in the first place to prove to Paula and myself that I could do something that put me far out of my comfort zone.So I told him yes, and then Sunday morning I texted him and told him I couldn't go out with him. He called me later that day but I ignored it because I didn't know what to say to him. I felt bad for ignoring him but, ya know, I just can't do it. And besides, it would be breaking one of my dating rules. He was shy. I can't go out with a guy that's just as shy as I am. It just wouldn't work out.
So this is me, being single, on a Friday night. Damn, it sucks.
