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You Don't Have A Boyfriend??!

I hate this question...

The last time I had to worry about being asked this question was when I was in HS...I started dating my ex-h when I was 17 so I haven't heard the question since. The worst offender was my Grandpa T who asked ALL of us girls every time we saw him, first thing - "You got a boyfriend yet??" *cringe* Just what a awkward, self conscious, single teenage girl WANTS to be asked by her grandfather!! Or even worse, if we DID have a boyfriend, to have to answer yes!! *dramatic gasp*

So, since I haven't heard this for a good ten years, I was a little taken aback when I was asked this question on Friday night chillin with my "cousins" at Chatters. And the perfect compliment to that question?? The puzzled pity look like "How is that possible...what's wrong with you??!". Heeellllooew...maybe I don't want one. Diggin my single time. Did you ever think of that, huh? Huh? Didda ya, didda ya, huh? HUH?? (Channelling the Dori vibe right there, you wish you were that cool)

I kinda let that one slide Friday night as a fluke but THEN, I went to my friend Lindsey's home town of Carrolton, MO (Go Trojans - yeah how cool is that that we have the same HS mascot!!) and her sister was like "So, Dawn, do you have a boyfriend, fiance...husband??"

Um, no, no and

What happened?? Have I just been lucky to have not been asked this for a whole year?? I mean, guys have asked me but that's because they were interested and I don't mind that question then. *wink* But I hate it when it is followed by the awkward silent "oh"... ':o

99.9% of the time I am glad to be single and actually prefer it that way. I do what I want when I want and I don't have to keep someone else updated on what I've been doing/will be doing. No one else to please with how I look or dress or to get a guilt trip when I go out and act retarded with the girls. No else to factor into my plans. I talk to, flirt with whoever I want and in no way have to feel guilty about it. I'm single. It ain't always easy but I like it!

So, to anyone who asks if I have a boyfriend my answer is - "HELL NO I Don't Have a Boyfriend!!"



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