Take your carpet square and have a seat

Alright girls and boys, it's story time. There once was a young woman who lived with three other young women a pleasant apartment-style dorm on upper campus. Her roommates were nice, and caused her no grief, for which the young woman was very thankful. Everyday, the young woman would jump down from her lofted bed, turn off her alarms, feel her way towards the shower (since she wouldn't have her contacts or glasses on) and start her day. This fine Tuesday is like any other day: some homework, some wasted time online, some food, and chatting with her friends. In fact, nothing at all is unusual or even interesting about the day. The young woman is downright bored. She thinks about her friends and their many adventures in the last week, including a last night out on Water St., a grad party, a bachelorette party, shopping, China Buffet, and even a late night study/girl talk session at Perkins. Her friends make her smile, through and through, reminding her that there are some wonderful things in this world.

And then she thinks about the friend who she has not heard from. It's Tuesday, 9:30pm, and she has not yet received a reply email or a phone call. He said he was getting back to EC from SC on Sunday. Granted, it IS finals week, and he works, and she imagines he has a lot going on right now. But it's another thing entirely to not reply to an email, a voice mail, or pick up the phone. It seems that she just cannot trust a guy. The only ones whom she can deem trustworthy are either her brothers or like brothers to her. The young woman sighs, knowing that things could be much worse. But still, she reflects upon the last tumultous year and a half of her life, feeling very much sick of these games, this stupid dating game and all the misleading words and actions that go along with it. To add some fresh squeezed lemon juice to her already open thoughts, her ex, the emotional fuckwit Mike, IMed her out of the blue last night to wish her luck with her finals. Though the initial contact nearly gave her a heart attack and set her heart pounding with anxiety, she did find herself mildly amused at the idea that he probably did not expect her to reply to his IM. She doubts greatly that he would have expected her to talk so casually and somewhat cordially, even asking a couple questions about his finals and job search. She knows that if she ever was truly his friend, she should be able to show it by still being a friend, however reserved, and she is a little proud of herself for showing herself capable of being mature about the whole messed up situation. Still, she was very happy the conversation did not last long and any unpleasant topics were thus far avoided. The young woman shakes her head at the idea; she would just rather not hear about his new girlfriend and shit like that, especially not now when it seems all the guys she meets turn out to be self-absorbed knobheads.

All the more reason, she rationalizes, why this summer should be devoted to working, spending time with family, writing, keeping in touch with good friends, and organizing her life. The prospect of spending an entire summer not worrying about or wasting time on the dreaded dating gauntlet brings a quiet smile to her lips again, and she breathes out a resigned sigh. She knows her brother is right,"Someday you will find someone...or someone will find you." So she takes a deep breath, straightens up in her chair, and double clicks on the Arcanum icon.