Aubz: The Great Mystery of the 20-Something Universe

As a 20-something college student, I receive dozens of wedding announcements every year.  They paper my fridge, clutter up my junk drawer, swamp my Facebook inbox, and get lost in the recesses of my car.

As a single, 20-something college student, I kinda resent the dozens of wedding announcements I receive every year.  Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for my friends (and indifferent toward the other members of my ward), but sometimes I'm driven to wonder, "How come I don't have a special man in my life?" (Not you, Dad. You don't count. You know what I mean.)

Now, I like to think of myself as a reasonably attractive, interesting, sometimes funny, never slutty 20-something.  These seem like qualities that should land me a reasonably attractive, interesting, mostly funny, sometimes slutty, male 20(or30)-something with relative ease.  For whatever reason, this is not the case.


I was pondering this, the great mystery of the Universe one morning over my bowl of Cocoa Puffs, when I stumbled upon a possible explanation:

I only know 6 single guys, and half of them are gay.

Or maybe it's the Hermione bed head. 

Hard to tell.

Then I thought, maybe it has something to do with that one time I was at a birthday party and I found myself eating cake out of my own hand.

Or perhaps it's because whenever I'm on stage, I remind men how horrible it will be when they have a mother-in-law.




I don't know.  I'm not entirely convinced that these are things that will stop 20-somethings from dating other 20-somethings.

I didn't have any more time to worry about it that morning as I finished my Cocoa Puffs and ran to catch the bus, but whenever I find a big white envelope addressed with flourishy handwriting and smothered in heart stamps in the mail, or stand awkwardly by while my friends PD way too much A, I'm forced to ask the eternally appropriate question, "Why won't boys date me?!"







Hey, I found 10 bucks!