Fed Up!

Okay. I'm giving you fair warning right now. This is going to be a soap-box edition. I'm going to talk about men in general, but specifically, the guys in my ward, who are all lame! (And it goes without saying that I have to change names to protect the guilty, and because some people who are in my ward may read this.) But, I guess before I get too far into it, I should give you some background information...

Two weeks ago, in church, an older guy I'll call Spencer gave a talk. He was charming, and funny, and educated. He gave a great talk. It surpassed the other two talks by far. Normally, I wouldn't have the guts to go up and talk to him, but Spencer is not a handsome man. He's on the heavy side, and he looks pretty run-down. So I figured, "Finally, a guy that I can be interested in that may actually understand that the 12 year old size two Blondette in the 4th row probably won't give him the time of day. I might actually have a chance with this guy. He's older and out of school, I'm older and out of school. He's not the prettiest fish in the sea, I'm not the prettiest fish in the sea. Something like this could actually work!"

So after Church, there's a linger-longer (which, in Mormon speak means a chance for all us single people to hang around and hook up). I work up enough guts to find Spencer, who is sitting with two other guys, none of whom know each other. I sit down with the three guys and introduce myself. (I need to interrupt for just a moment and mention how nervous and scared I was. I mean, hello, going up to three boys I've never met before and striking up conversation... I must have been crazy.) The thing is, none of the boys really responded. I asked them what they did, what they went to school for, and how long they'd been in the ward. You know, all the getting-to-know-you questions. I even flirted a bit.

Yeah... Got Nothin'. Nothing at all. It was like talking to brick walls. And Spencer? The worst out of the three of them. You'd think that a nice looking girl, who makes an effort at sitting down with three boys without any other reason than to get to know them, would be worth a little effort. But I guess not.

So I left the linger-longer a little bit dissapointed. My brother, who saw the whole thing go down, told me that boys are idiots and they just don't get the clues. Which was something I already knew, but made me irritated just the same. I mean, hello! I'm making an honest effort to come over and talk to you. There could have been no other reason for me to sit down with three strangers. What's not to get?

You'd think this story was over... but it's not.

Monday, I was coerced into going to Family Home Evening by my roommate. I usually don't go because I don't like how all the skinny 18 year olds throw themselves at all the boys. But my roommate really wanted to carve a pumpkin, so we went. Anyway, we get there, and start carving a pumpkin, when who should walk in but Spencer. And I think, okay, maybe I'll give him another chance. He scanned the room for a few minutes and then picked a table full of giggly 18 year old girls who wear size zeros and have big boobs. Let me remind you that Spencer is not cute! I mean, COME ON! What's so wrong with shopping in your own league? I know it's awful to say it that way, but it's true. I don't try to hook up with the football players, or the Brad Pit look-a-likes. What makes boys think they can? Seriously?

So the point of the this particular story is that i'm done. I'm done. Why should I make the effort when I'll just get ignored anyway? The boys clearly aren't looking for a 24 year old size 16 who is finished with school. Never mind that I'm more of a person than any of those other girls will ever be. Never mind that I have more fun and more personality. I guess it doesn't matter that, in conversation, I can talk about more than hair product and soap operas. And, not to broadcast my geekiness, but let me just point out, for the record, that I'm one of 10 girls in the whole universe who like action movies and playing video games. I actually have a playstation (for guitar hero) and an Xbox 360 (for Halo). I don't read romance novels and I usually prefer guy movies over chick flicks. You'd think that these quirks of mine would help me out a little bit... Boys are stupid.

...I'm just done