Alone again...naturally

//I'm probably not going to have a boyfriend until after college...//

Kate and I were sitting at the kitchen table on Friday evening, picking at the remains on our plates from a rather enjoyable dinner of parmesan chicken and frozen oriental vegetables.

She agreed with my sentiment, and our conversation continued. I was thinking about it again today, and realized that while most people in residence are out getting fully shit faced and defacing college property, I'm holed up in my room reading T.S. Eliot and Anne Sexton and listening to sad bastard Icelandic music. And while their idea of a good time is a case of beer and a box of condoms, mine is a movie and pita chips with hummus.

While it would be nice to have a boyfriend, there are few specimens around here that I would even consider. They all have the IQ of potatoes and the maturity level of 11 year olds.

So, it's entirely feasible that I won't be dating until after college, and then it will be 30 year olds, because guys my age are dumbasses.