emMCie has guys coming out her ears—and she's going to share the wealth with her lucky, lucky roommate. —Sparkitors
I've had relatively few problems with college so far. I've learned that anything covered in BBQ sauce is a clever way of serving leftovers, and discovered that my roof access makes for a great extra fridge. I've learned to rearrange the furniture in my dorm room to make it appear as if I have more space. Wearing flip flops in the shower is now second nature. But I do still have one teensy-weensy-itsy-bitsy-HUGE problem....boys.
People tell you that boys become more tolerable in college because they're more mature. THIS. IS. A. LIE. In actuality, boys just get a lot more clever. For example, they now come up to you and ask for your number in a large social situation, so that anyone can overhear their mating call. Which is code for, if you don't say yes, you look like a total rainforest-killing-orphan-punching jerk. So I've been forced to give out my number on more than one occasion, when really I would prefer to meekly state that I have a boyfriend.
Which leads me to the second half of my story. My roommate just broke up with her serious of more than a year boyfriend, and for the past month has been wallowing in schoolwork until three in the morning, eating too many desserts, and listening to breakup music in our room. And as much as I appreciate straight As, fudge brownies, and Fleetwood Mac, we've both decided she needs to get back out there.
So from all the excess numbers of nice boys in my phone who keep texting me for coffee dates, and my roommate's serious need FOR a coffee date, an idea was born! My roommate is not the only member of my all-girls dorm searching for Prince Charming. And these poor decent guys in my phone, some of whom have turned out to be very good friends, deserve someone who is actually interested. And I'm going to be the one to set them up!
So get ready for some SPARKS, SparkNotes, because this first-time matchmaker is about to start a FIRE!!!
Are you jealous of emMCie's roommate? 'Cause we might be slightly envious.