College Boys

     I don't understand college boys.  In middle school, boys were awful.  They improved in high school so I had high hopes for college.  College boys are a slight improvement over high school boys, but in some areas they are exactly the same.  Sometimes I wish I could just x-ray their brains.  "They want to date you... Nope, they just want to get in your pants.  They care about you, except when they're drunk and/or want to be with their friends.  They like you, they don't like you.  They like you just as a friend, but they like your best friend who doesn't like them back."  Such is the sad reality of college we call "dating", and I use that term very loosely.

     All of my friends are very attractive and most are single.  There are a few exceptions of course, including my two friends who are currently engaged, one married and settled down, and three in serious, committed relationships.  

     One friend in particular, Danielle, is almost six feet of long legs, brown hair and the cutest smile ever.  I first met her in seventh grade, when she was so shy that she wouldn't speak in class.  Since then, she's become more outgoing and has lots of friends.  She's athletic and good at practically every sport (except volleyball - which is surprising given her height and athleticism).  She's friendly, kind and compassionate.  She's fairly laid-back and not overdramatic like I am - I think that's why we get along so well.  She's also one of the smartest people I know.  Yet for pretty much the entirety of our nine-year friendship, she's been single.

     It never ceases to amaze me that she is single.  I mean, she's what every guy is looking for - tall, attractive, smart, funny, sweet, athletic, easygoing and modest.  What more could they possibly want?  If she can't find a boyfriend, there's no hope for me!  I certainly have no idea what boys want in that case.  Maybe even they don't know what they want.

I don't understand college boys.