Diasappointment towards Them

What a night. I just had a soiree yesterday night and it didn't go as well as I'd hoped it would. It makes me wonder, "Is Friday the 13th really cursed like what people say it is?". Let's rewind it back to February 12, the day before the D(Disappointment) day.

My best friend Denise and I keep on either calling, texting, or YM-ing each other. She is scared because she hasn't asked her parents about the soiree yet and she's going to be news reporting tomorrow. So I guess, it's nerves mixed with anxiety and blended together with apprehension to form the perfect "scared-tishless" frappuccino. I am comforting her and encouraging her to think positive. I am her eternal cheerleader, I will tell her tomorrow. Then, I am trying to sleep. Denise still hasn't asked her parents about the soiree because her parents aren't home yet.

While trying to fall into the sweet comfort of unconsciousness, My mind is being troubled by thoughts about the day that is to come. My mind keeps on thinking about the soiree tomorrow, and God forbid it, it is excited. I will meet good guys tomorrow. Oh, joy!

February 13 creeps up on me fast enough. The night turns into morning and then I am back in school. Denise comes in. Her mom has said yes, BUT she has to ask her dad still. I am still enthusiastic and cheering her up, encouraging her to be optimistic. Morning turns into afternoon. I am preparing for the soiree and a friend of my brother's comes with him to our house. He is very tall. They're both preparing for a party too.

I go to Barbra's house, our(some of my classmates and I) meeting place. Denise was there, taking a shower. She is allowed to go. Yes!

We arrive at the host's house after picking up Janelle and Viviane, respectively. We are excited. We come in and then I go to the restroom! HAHA! My bladder was about to burst.

Anyhow, we find the guys and mehn were they mostly quiet, shy and suffice it to say that we were probably all disappointed that night. The kind of good-looking ones all were attracted like bee's are to honey to the--sorry for the term--sluts. HAHAHA. Then BAM, awkward awkward awkward to no end. We were all uncreative and I admit it was probably the girl's fault too. But hey now, it was the guys who invited us AND guys are supposed to be the ones who approach us, not the other way around. I don't know, maybe I was expecting some lingering traces of the obviously nonexistent virtue called chivalry in some of them. BUT, no, all they were able to talk about were teenager stuff. Soirees, scandals, people, etc.etc. Even my classmates were not volunteering anything. ARGH. They just went there and WELL we all expected the guys to do everything for us, I guess. Oh well.

It's so disappointing to find that there is most probably no guy in my generation who would be mature enough to talk with me about real life. About things like family, friends, life itself. Even just jokes. Sure there are some, but I'm guessing none would even be mature enough to talk with me about let's say, philosophy. Or even just good books. I was sorely mistaken about the maturity of 16 to 17 year old BOYS. I was hoping to click with them, you know. But no, I was very nicely thrown over the unending cliff of disappointment. Nice one, fate.

Maybe it just really means, I really have to wait until after college to find really mature guys who can actually stand up to me. Young boys aren't very fond of girls with actual thinking heads which aren't focused on boys, relationships and drama. Or maybe, it will be really hard to find guys who can stand up to me.

I kind of found one. And he is taken. See? All the decent guys really are either gay or taken. Woe is to me. I'm not even looking for a relationship in that sense, we were just looking for guy friends.

And what did we find?

Well, I'll leave that up to you to infer. I'm assuming you've enough information already.

Haha, all this on V day. :) It's ok really. I will not be sad today just because of them. This experience really just cemented my opinion about not having relationships at this age.