Re-visiting the Who Cares Report

When I was in middle school, before the age of the blog, my brother had a string of monthly e-mails he titled the who cares reports. They were cleaver and witty and gave a great sum up of his life. As I attempt my first blog I decided what better way to than with a tribute to he who taught me that life is funny and way to over thought.

I am single. have been my whole life. While I am not bitter about that fact it has lead me to several thoughts and understandings about the world. In fact I feel that all that universe juice my mom fed me as a kid helped my gain an insight to the dating fallacy. Fist, dating is the universe's way of performing torture. What better way to help the male and female variety of the human species find a mate than to stick them in the most awkward social setting possible and see who can make it out alive. The worst is the blind date. Here is my position on blind dates as a girl. Those boys that need to be set up on a blind date are either way too social awkward or not interested in a serious relationship. If they were not one of the two they would not need to be set up. I have had several blind dates and they all end the same way, with relief. Second, what is up with DTR's why are they such a big deal? I wish there could be a DTR every hour. I hate the constant wonder if others actions are the result of being nice or actual interest. I wish we could communicate our "like" in words instead of ambiguous actions. I understand that this could potentially be more awkward and require a heck of a lot more self-esteem then the average dating age individual posses, but I would be so much less confused, and that's always a good thing.

Well, I may need to revise this post since I doubt that two items can count as enough knowledge gained as to be divinely inspired by the universe. But they have been learned in personal experiences on the battle ground. For instance I had a wonderful date last night. I liked this kid all last semester, but after a batched second date I figured the stars were not crossed enough for us to be lovers. I got over my crush and moved on with my life. Well last night we had a ward date activity in which we were paired together. I was excited, I knew he was a good guy and we would have fun together. The problem is I had to much fun. The activity was a dance and since neither of us liked to dance we meandered to the RS room where he played the piano and sang. It only took about three notes for me to be head over heels impressed. It would have been a lot better if he couldn't sing, but boy can that boy sing. After our serenade session we went back to the dance and he taught me the Lindy hop. Let me sum up the date for you so far. He is supper sweet and talented, and now knows that I cant sing, play piano, or dance. He must have felt like the luckiest guy in the world (sometimes I wish sarcasm was easier to convey in writing). But wait it got better. We went to his apartment to watch a movie with his roommates and some of their dates, and while we are sitting there waiting for the movie to start one of the other girls there starts to flirt with him! Not just flirting with him, leaning over so she can see past me to him since I was in-between them, to flirt with him. See why I love dating yet?

I think I'm in serious trouble of liking this boy again. However throughout all our dates I'm still not sure if he is just nice or if he likes me. The hardest part of the date always seems to come the next day. Do you approach them at church or wait for them to approach you?  Do you act cool and not mention the date like it never happened? Are you suppose to make special mention of the date so they know you had a good time or is that more creepy and overbearing? Or is the best policy to through up your hands and tell the world "who cares!"