You know, it's kind of funny that I ended my last column talking about how none of my girl friends think that Jake is cute. Now, this is funny because yesterday, I saw him for what will probably be the last time in my life. It was a Baccalaureate service (religious "good-bye" for seniors), and I was talking to one of my frosh friends. I kept glancing over at him, and she says, out of nowhere "He's kinda cute."
I was blown away. This is the same girl who told me that she was totally not attracted to him at all. "Uh, hello, you told me you didn't think that before."
"He grows on you."
Women. Can't live with them, can't live without them, to be cliché.
Anyway, I have big news this month! Tristan's got a boyfriend, Tristan's got a boyfriend! Come on, everyone chant with me! I'm so giddy, you have no idea! I met him on the Internet about three weeks ago. From there, we talked through e-mail, and on AIM (AOL instant messenger), and eventually on the phone. He lives about 15 minutes away from me, and he's pretty good looking too!
Okay, so officially you can't really call us boyfriend and, err boyfriend, seeing as how we've only gone out once. But we're close enough to being together, that it works for me. We're going out again this Tuesday night (6-15). I'm so excited!
Wow, do I sound like an eighth grader or what? I guess this is all because he's my first real boyfriend. (Keep those wise cracks about my past history to yourselves.) I thought the day would never come when I would have someone to be with. Of course, I never thought that I'd get drunk and mess around with someone I didn't even know, but that day's come and gone Nothing's impossible I guess.
I hope you'll all keep that in mind. I know that a lot of people reading this magazine are looking at this and saying one of two things. Either "You son of a bitch, damn you for having someone when I don't!" or "You luck son of a bitch, good for you!" Whichever you're saying, please just remember that some day, no matter how hopeless the situation looks, you'll find someone.
And, in truth, you can't expect anything to fall into your lap. That's kind of what I was always hoping, but that's not how it worked. To quote another saying: "God helps those who help themselves." Well, even if you're not religious, you can still relate to the saying. You have to take the initiative, and do whatever you can do to find someone. I guarantee you, that if you start search just a little you're find something that will lead you to the gold mine which will provide you with a man (or woman). This all sounds confusing now that I'm reading it, so let me explain a little.
My guy, for example, I did have to go looking for. I found his name in Elight on their classifieds. This was after I had decided to take initiative and exactly do something about my situation. I was tired of not having someone. I made a pact with myself that no matter what, by my senior prom, I'd have a guy who I could go with. Granted, it's a little early (this year's prom was only two weeks ago), and I reached my goal quickly, I still reached my goal. All it took was for me to say "I'm going to find someone!" instead of "When is someone going to find me?!"
Today's Romper Room lesson? Simply this: if you want something, set the goal, and achieve it. It's what all the overachievers of the world do. The people who climb Everest, those who win full scholarships to Cornell, even those who manage a 3.9 GPA. All those people set goals, and go for them.
I wish you good luck in your search everyone. Tristan, signing off, till next month. firstname.lastname@example.org