We have a big formal dance for church coming up, and it's traditionally girl-ask-guy, which is commonly translated as: "Girls who don't usually get asked to dances may now do the asking without ridicule, but guys are going to ask some girls anyway."
So the stampede for dates has begun, along with a flurry of texts back and forth between members of different friend groups, inquiring as to who is going with who, and who might be asking someone else, so that we don't have to endure the embarrassment of courageously asking someone to be our date, only to hear, "oh...that would be fun...except I'm already going with so-and-so."
What I've learned today is that I prefer my boy-free bubble that was created last semester, when I was too busy with school to worry about the drama of guys and dates. Despite the reputation BYU-Idaho has as "BYU-I Do," I'm looking forward to being too busy to deal with boys unless someone actually asks me out. Guys are a lot more drama than I prefer, especially since I have a lot of education to complete in the next 3 years, and getting married would only screw that up. So Father Time, let's get a move on and make it April already, so I can get started on real life.
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