BEYOND ANNOYED

After last night, I have a new official standard:

To the little BYU boy who won't take NO for an answer:
THE ANSWER IS STILL NO NO NO!!!!!

There's a problem here. It's called me being nice. Yeah, for those of you who know me and how I tend to deal with boys, I lean more toward the sarcastic side. Sorry, but that's the way I am. I think I'm that way for a reason...many, in fact. One too many times of being bossed around by boys who think they can call the shots. Every now and again, I think I should maybe be more like those sweet little darling girls who are just sickeningly nice to every boy they meet, and flirt with everyone, regardless of any quality other than the fact they are a boy who can get them free dinner.

Let's keep the focus on my real source of irritation. It is not the girls. It's the boys. AND me, especially when I try to be like other girls instead of myself. I am bossy about boys for a reason, and it's because I quite frankly don't trust them to know what they really want, need, or should be doing. (There are SHINING examples of exceptions to these rules, however. But the reason I act the way I do is to get rid of all the bums who think they're awesome and are actually NOT.)

Small example #1:

I decided to be more involved in my ward recently. Yes, I actually went to ward prayer again for the first time in...at least 3 years. I hate ward prayer. Not because of the prayer part...I fully appreciate that aspect. What I don't appreciate, however, is what a silly little meat-fest it turns into. That sort of behavior was fine for my first 3 years of college, but since then? Seriously? Get me OUTTA there!!!

But I gave in. I did that, I went to all the silly little FHE activities, etc. This is all fine and good, and I'm not saying I won't be doing this anymore. HOWEVER. There are aggravating side effects to this sort of behavior.

Small 21-year-old pretty newly returned missionary boy with a double major and therefore a pretty healthy view of himself (also known as ego) and his older, nice enough, but just not that interesting, brother decided to "make friends" with me and my roommate while we were innocently participating in ward activities. Small 21-year-old with ego was nice enough at first, I decided to be nice since he IS a fellow ward member, and I'm trying to be more social with my ward members. This was not a good idea. Me being nice leads to boys thinking they can just do and say whatever they want. He and his brother have this nasty little habit of calling me and my roommate names like "sexy" and "dead sexy" and "babe" etc. Sorry boys, but when you say things like that to girls you don't know and who don't know you, you sound like a jerk. I think it's degrading and rude and probably one of the biggest turn-offs I can think of. The only person who has permission to call me "babe" or "sexy" is the man I someday decide to let MARRY me. (And yes. I know I sound like a jerk right now. This poor future husband of mine will surely be a gem because he will have had to put up with me and all my crap beforehand.) It's a lose-lose situation for me, I suppose, but the alternatives make me gag.

In order to make this as short a story as possible (yes, it could be EXTREMELY long) I'll just say this: last night, the little twerp announced to me in TEXT messages that he's taking me on a date on Saturday night. Oh. And you haven't even heard the best part. He doesn't have a car. However, his plan requires a car. He announced I'm driving. I tried to nicely say no. I even rudely said no. This egotistical, brainless smidgen of a man clearly has no mental capacity for the communication skill the rest of the world knows as LISTENING.

I don't know how many of you have ever seen me furious about boys before, but those of you who have? Oh, yeah. I also HATE being bossed into things. I gladly deal with it when it comes from authority figures. I have learned this skill. However, with little BYU boys who think they own the world?! Oh, this snake has another think COMING.

Thank you, and goodnight.