woe is me...
How depressing, that my University is 75% women.
I'm the president of a society here, a rather large and prestigious one (or so I like to think), and being in this function requires me to attend several black-tie events throughout the academic year, most of which I'm expected to have a date for.
Which is more depressing, I can't fathom: that I don't have a date for the next two large functions, or that I can't think of a single girl worth the trouble of asking?
Ay, there's the rub.
Honestly, I can't tell you how horrible it is not only to be a red-blooded young adult male, and not have a single girl I can simply call up and take out on a date. I'm not talking about a friend, I'm talking about a date date.
Yes, perhaps I'm just ugly. Fear not, gentle reader, this thought has crossed my mind, and to be honest if that was the reason at least I could get on with my life and stop trying, but the simple fact is I don't have the slightest idea why I seem to be in this debacle.
So here's the situation; I have a black-tie dinner in a week and three days. I have to find a date (no, a REAL date) before that time or risk significant loss of self-esteem. If I have to resort to just taking a 'friend' I think I will actually go to the dinner and slit my wrists in the toilet.
At least then, I wouldn't have to do all this confounded work...
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Events
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