The Odds Are In the Girl's Favor

Nothing is so simple that is cannot be misunderstood.
~Freeman Teague Jr.

I may have the distinction of being the only girl to go to a school with a 10 to 1 guy to girl ratio and not get a date. This did not help my self-esteem. I found out why when I was 3/4s of the way through the program.

I tend to get along with people who are older than me and the old motorheads were some of my best friends. For most of these guys I was the same age as their kids (18/19), if not younger. The school worked on a six week rotation so every six weeks there was a graduation and a new class starting.

I had a really good friend named Ed. He became a kind of big brother for me. Ed was 30 with a wife, a female roommate, and a whole mess of kids between them all. I mention this to explain that there were no romantic aspirations for this relationships. He was a very unique person that I enjoyed talking to and hanging out with. His roommate actually proofread my manuscript and his oldest son started at the school while I was in.

So I was surprised to walk into class one day and have Ed start off by apologizing to me. My first thoughts were that he had screwed up the motor we were working on together. He continued and explained himself.

One of his friend's rotations had just graduated and told Ed the reason no one was hitting on me. The entire school thought I was Ed's girl and out of respect had left me alone. This was what he was apologizing for. he had set the guy straight, but it hardly mattered since he had graduated.

So I'd inadvertently sabotaged myself. In no way do I regret my friendship with Ed and I hope all is well in his life, I haven't seen or heard from/of him since my graduation. In fact our faux-relationship probably was for the best. I didn't need to be involved with someone I need to concentrate on learning torque values.

**Addendum: there was one sorta date while in school, but it was again misinterpreted. I went out with a group from ta rotation behind mine. We were having a great time and the guy, who had asked me to join them, started rubbing my leg under the table. I freaked and stopped talking to him. I tried to explain myself a few months later, but I really have a hard time expressing myself verbally and ended up in tears. My emotional immaturity wrecked what could have been a good friendship. By the way: he explained the leg rubbing as his way of reassuring me and letting me know he was glad I went out with the group. Who knows maybe it had been that innocent.**


Mister GAG December 9, 2009 at 2:16 AM  

Looks like you and I went through kind of the same ordeals as far as faux-relationships in school go.

Like you, I was the only guy in a class of 30+ girls; not my choice as all my male classmates had failed most classes.

By my Senior year, we had a new female classmates that would prove to be a nightmare. Right off the bat, she chose to sit next to me ... I, who never liked to share my table. Then, she started getting all clingy to the point that everybody thought we were an item.

The thing is, it turned out she was telling everybody that we were dating and that I even was to propose to her! I was so fed up with her that I skipped most classes and was itching to be done with college.

Once I heard from a reliable source that the girl was telling everybody that I had ruined her reputation by warding off potential fiances, I cut it short. Haven't spoken to her ever since!

Worry not, Andrea, your soul mate will unveil as you go about turning the pages of this voluminous book called Life. If not, nothing's lost :)

How good it feels to be able to FINALLY comment on here :D Ah, indulgence!

Andrea Leigh December 9, 2009 at 2:02 PM  

Glad I could make it easier ^_^ Thank you, as always, for the kind words. I can hope that someone is out there, but I'm getting a little used to the idea of it not happening. I have so much going for me finally that even if I haven't anyone to share it with at least I can do myself proud.

Mister GAG December 14, 2009 at 2:01 PM  


This is the right attitude to have. It's better to have something to bring to the table than wait for another to complete us.

Hope you are feeling the holiday cheer! :)

Garret January 3, 2010 at 8:45 PM  

I'm glad you go[t] caught, and are courageous enough to share your secret with the world. You are not alone. We've all been there at one time or another, we just have different ways of bleeding. It seems you are now bleeding words instead of blood. That is a much safer choice, and I hope it brings the relief you seek.


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