Yesterday during dinner, my roommates suddenly directed a question to me. "Jennifer, do you have any current interests...in a guy?"
I almost choked. The opposite gender? Me? The college introvert who is a hopeless romantic? The one with too many fantasties that ultimately flutter to death when reality hits. Nope nope.
If I did I have an interest...then surely it is just another fleeting daydream. I would rather have reality.

Yet the evil roommates pursued the question.
"I mean...you have so many guy friends!"
Never really had any before this year.
"How about Jiong? You two always seem to get along pretty well."
No we don't!! We make fun of each other all the time!!! Jiong, I would like to say that you don't have a life.
"And Anthony? How about Edmund? Oh my god, Ed was sooooooooooooooooooooo cute!!!!"
That's why I am glad that Ed is so far away. Holes in his head. Yes, definite holes. He doesn't deserve any more holes.
"Hey Jennifer, didn't Ed drive you home at 1:30 in the morning?"
"Uh yes." Holes I say!!!!
"Jennifer, you're so lucky! Your guy friends are always sooooooooooooooo cute!!!!"
"Uh, I'll let them know that." C-U-T-E = four letter word

Then the roommates continued a conversation about their own romantic interests. One roommate lamented that any hope for a future with her crush was slipping away. The other roommate discussed how some guys were cute and how some weren't. As for me, I discussed the lack of salt in the DC food with my friend who fortunately could care less about liking guys.
Suddenly, the roommates came upon a conclusion. They would meet their future husband within the next five years. "I plan to marry after college and after I have gotten a steady job," one roommate declared. "You know what, within the next five years, I will meet my future husband."

*GASP*

I think I am going to ramble some more. Too much ramble. Ramble. Ramble. Ramble.

The first everything in this arena is too overrated. I just realized that this summer. My sister went on her first date. Got a first kiss. Got a first boyfriend. She related to me all about that. It was almost too hard to believe that I had put all that on a pedestal. Like things that I seemingly could never reach...would always be great. Then when I reach the pedestal, it's not so great anymore.
But then how would I know? I have no experience. Therefore, I think I would rather have many friends than to be tied to a single member of the opposite of sex.