when i was little, my uncle Paul used to say he'd have to hit off all the boys with a bat in a few years because they were all going to be flooding my house like hormonal zombies.
i didn't take him seriously. but Paul, can you bring that bat out now?
okay, don't do that actually. i'll regret asking.
think about it: there are millions and billions of boys. ..okay well, we can narrow that down to probably one million that are in my age range, and eligible. ha, even down to maybe 100 thousand that have 70% of the qualities that i'm interested in.. and probably 50 thousand of them i would be physically attracted to.
okay, so there are about 50 thousand boys. give or take
they're scattered all across the globe, and i'm just supposed to come across them, and spark interest in them, and one by one, see which one i like the best. that sounds completely exhausting. what if i miss them? i mean, i've lived in my town all my life and i haven't met ten percent of them. i mean, i get out. i'm pretty social, i i
don't really know what i'm talking about.
sigh-okay listen. i feel small. i feel like there are so many girls. so many girls that are wonderful and interesting and i don't like competitions. I like debates, but i don't like emotional, messy competitions. one's that could involve phrases like "it's a dog-eat-dog world out there". What if all those girls get my 50 thousand men? what if i only get to choose between say, 42 by the time i'm ready to be serious? ohman oh man that's sad. i would be completely missing out.
so i have a tiny question: Paul can you get all those girls with your bat?
haha. i'm not even serious. i'm not. really. but Paul, can you still do it?
you're only competing with yourself.
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