In response to the little cartoon in Jeremy's comment on SWAK

I went to the rush carnaval on Thursday and decided that I'm going to put myself out there. I'm joining a sorority...me...Miss Do I Look Transparent to You? is going the way of the hot girl. First, I cut my hair. Second, I bought some new clothes. Third, I'm going to rush.

I would really love to start dating. It's been a year and a half since I've been home from the Stan and I figure that's long enough. I might as well improve my odds. What better than joining a large group of women that meet once a week in a sisterhood. Wait...should I join a fraternity? That is a large group of men that meet once a week in brotherhood. I think my chances of meeting men are greater if I join a fraternity. This actually isn't the point of my post.

Actual point of my post:

I was at this carnaval and I ran into a few old friends. Friends from choir. Friends from three years ago. One "friend" (I use quotes because I guess the term is used quite loosly in this sence) that fell the freak in love with me. Let me tell you the story.

I believe it was fall semester. I was sitting at the choir table with...um, choir people. A young man walked up and sat with us. He's one of Ashely's friends. We start getting our chat on. Soon, I need to leave for work. We exchanged phone numbers. Not bad I say.

He called me that night and set up a date for the next day. He took me to lunch. We have great conversation. We set a date for the following night.

Let me preface this next part with this: The whole time in our conversations I'm saying, "I'm glad to be getting to know you better." "This is the getting-to-know you phase of our friendship." "I'm not looking for anything serious right now." Are these phrases clear? I really thought they were.

We go to an open house for a friend of mine who was leaving on the mish. I indroduce them and she asks me what our story is. I explain we had just met and we're friends right now. Then he pips up with, "We're not really sure what we are yet." To that I say, "We're friends getting to know eachother." To which he responded, "But we're still not sure." I let it go.

He took me to dinner all the while he's bending over backward to impress me with his knowledge of the scriptures and his ability to change every little thing about himself in order for me to fall in love with him. Not hot. It's one thing that you are a master scriptorian. Let me find out in Sunday School not in a conversation over pasta. Another thing, don't change any/everything about yourself thinking it's going to impress a chick you've known for 72 hours. I'm not one of those girls who marries a guy after three weeks of knowing him.

I'm ready to run away at this point. Run the freak away. He scared me to death. Fortunately, for me, our server was cute.

He drives me home and walks me to my door. At the doorstep I must break the bad news that I think we'd be better of as friends. I do so. He tells me that's it's cool and walks away.

Not 30 seconds later I get a text message: Next time, do the dumping befor dinner.

My eyes widen and my heart starts to race. Are you kidding me?

With out thinking my reply was: I didn't think there was anything to dump. We weren't dating.

I saw him at the Institute once or twice after that. I would say hi to him and he would ignore me. I laughed outloud when that happened. I'm 23 years old. We're not in high school. We are both adults.

Which brings me to the carnaval. I saw this fellow and without even batting an eyelash I attempt to catch up with him. He quickly flashes me his wedding ring and says it was a great summer. "I guess it has been," I replied. (Big Gulp's eh, well) see you later. Good luck to you and your teen bride who married you for your money...law trust fund, thank you Daddy.

So. Getting smothered does happen. Case and point. He scared me. Now I know the mindset of some of these men and women.

I would never rip someones skin off and salt him. I would never cut someone in half with a chain saw. I might, hopefully on as few occasions as possible, rip someone's beating heart out of their chest.

Maybe I should leave that to Dr. Jones.