Something to think about...


Mary Lynn Ritch is a returning staff writer of the “Six Mile Post” that enjoys writing, hiking, going to good concerts, eating and watching movies. She's a Journalism major, and is awesome, that is all you need to know.









Picture this: two guys and two girls go into a department store, me being one of the girls. I see someone I know working there while I'm checking out. The girl smiles and winks at me and says: “You know it's so good to see that you finally have a boyfriend.” I smile, nod, say thanks, walk out and find the people I'm with laughing. They are laughing because I didn't have the heart to tell her that the guy I was with was my own brother.

Honestly, situations like that happen all the time. Soon after my rendezvous with the girl at the store, I find a guy in one of my classes who seems cool enough. So it took a lot of time for me to muster up enough courage to email him-not talk to him-email him. He writes back asking me if I want to play laser tag. Duh, who offers to play laser tag? SOMEONE AWESOME! So I give him my number and a few more emails about nothing. He stops talking to me altogether. I mean, heck, I just wanted to watch a movie, get coffee, something. But by giving him my number he probably thought: “OH MY GOSH! Wow, she probably wants to get together with me and get married have 39,589 kids and combine finances.” What the heck ever happened to laser tag?

I was at the school I mentor at checking my email for the last time to see if this guy actually wanted to be friends with me. My mentee found out what I was doing and she said: “The reason why you ain't never had no man in yo life is because you ain't got no game.” I corrected her grammar of course and then asked her what the “game” she spoke of was. I felt like I should take this 10 year old out for drinks(non-alcoholic of course) and learn more about this game but instead we stayed at the school and she proceeded to tell me that I needed to get my nails done and wear nicer clothes.

Now, I've tried playing this so called game, and I'll admit it's fun. One day you walk in looking awful then the next you look “spiffy” and everyone notices. Unfortunately, I go out friends in what I think is a nice skirt and a nice shirt and this boy comes out of no where asking me if I am from South Africa. I say, “Uh, no. What the heck makes you think that?” He tells me that my outfit looks African.

How does this all work? How do two people get together and like each other at the same time? The planets must align that one day just so these people can get together.

With me, by no means am I desperate. I've always been single. I've maintained the fact that I will either convert to Catholicism or go the nun route so the only man in my life will be God or the alternative. I could buy a house in Florida with a bunch of my friends with dogs because I hate cats, and we could live like the Golden Girls. Blanche was always my favorite, I could be Blanche. Unless someone could explain to me this “game” if anyone really knows. That's just something to think about. Well I'm off to get my nails done.