Why I Don't Date
Dear Family,
Thank you for reminding me why I hate going on dates.
Not so much love,
Me
When I came home Tuesday I fully expected to be allowed to eat dinner and then fall asleep, I was dragged out to Kohls instead for a new outfit. I hate clothing shopping with my mother and sister, and I have a serious issue finding clothing that properly fits. I have broad shoulders, small breasts, I've got a little bit of a stomach, and I've got no bum. All in all, this makes me really crabby when it comes to shopping, and by that point I had been having TRAIN DRAMA (Amtrak needs to go DIAF for that), AIRPORT SECURITY DRAMA (I hadn't printed out the right boarding pass and had to go all the way to the end of checkpoint line. Ugh), and I felt like crap (funny, I started my period the next day SHOCKING, RIGHT?). So shopping? For a date on Friday not something I wished to do.
Two days passed and here I am tonight. AND NO ONE WILL LEAVE ME ALONE ABOUT THIS. This is not my first date. Not even remotely. Yes, it's been a little over a year since my last date, but you don't see me making a huge deal out of this. But my family will. My sister just attacked my hair and my face. I'm wearing so much eye make-up right now. It's taking considerable personal strength to not go and scrub it all off. I don't hate make up. But I never can do eye make up well. Even hypoallergenic stuff irritates my eyes. I'm doomed to spend the whole evening rapidly blinking and looking on the verge of tears. Great.
If that wasn't bad enough, my mom keeps coming in and hugging me, and a few minutes ago attacked me with perfume. My grandfather slipped me forty dollars for "emergency use". I'm ready for this date night to end.
I'm ready to go back to school.
These things shouldn't be killer stressful. And everyone wonders why I don't tell them about things.
Thank you for reminding me why I hate going on dates.
Not so much love,
Me
When I came home Tuesday I fully expected to be allowed to eat dinner and then fall asleep, I was dragged out to Kohls instead for a new outfit. I hate clothing shopping with my mother and sister, and I have a serious issue finding clothing that properly fits. I have broad shoulders, small breasts, I've got a little bit of a stomach, and I've got no bum. All in all, this makes me really crabby when it comes to shopping, and by that point I had been having TRAIN DRAMA (Amtrak needs to go DIAF for that), AIRPORT SECURITY DRAMA (I hadn't printed out the right boarding pass and had to go all the way to the end of checkpoint line. Ugh), and I felt like crap (funny, I started my period the next day SHOCKING, RIGHT?). So shopping? For a date on Friday not something I wished to do.
Two days passed and here I am tonight. AND NO ONE WILL LEAVE ME ALONE ABOUT THIS. This is not my first date. Not even remotely. Yes, it's been a little over a year since my last date, but you don't see me making a huge deal out of this. But my family will. My sister just attacked my hair and my face. I'm wearing so much eye make-up right now. It's taking considerable personal strength to not go and scrub it all off. I don't hate make up. But I never can do eye make up well. Even hypoallergenic stuff irritates my eyes. I'm doomed to spend the whole evening rapidly blinking and looking on the verge of tears. Great.
If that wasn't bad enough, my mom keeps coming in and hugging me, and a few minutes ago attacked me with perfume. My grandfather slipped me forty dollars for "emergency use". I'm ready for this date night to end.
I'm ready to go back to school.
These things shouldn't be killer stressful. And everyone wonders why I don't tell them about things.