The Man Situation

It seems as though all I've done while using this blog is complain about things, even if I've done so in a more witty manner than I'm used to. I guess I just don't have much to say about my own goings-on, unless they're things that irritate me.

I've been doing a lot of thinking about something in my life I like to call "The Man Situation". The visitors we're receiving today won't do much to help that, either. It's a rather difficult problem. Let me give you a bit of a background story on this. My dad has this friend from high school who, after marrying an Irishman, returning to Ireland with him, and having three boys, somehow managed to stay in touch. They've come to visit us periodically over the years if they had a reason to fly to the States. Her three boys (called Hugh, Joseph, and Jonathon, respectively) have had a few inside jokes here or there with my brother Dan and me. Joseph, being one year older than me and thus could be considered closest to my age, would write to me quite a bit during my first two years of high school, and I'm almost sorry to say that because of this (in conjunction with the fact that I was always "one of the guys" to my high school friends and never any sort of girlfriend material), I found that I was sweet on him. Of course, if you'd tried to tell me back then that a relationship with him would be out of the question due to there being an ocean between us, I would have stomped my foot and stormed away from you.

Then he stopped writing, and I was sad. That's pretty much it. Until this evening, of course, when I'll get to see these people again. I won't deny that I'm a little nervous about it, seeing as I've been through all of high school plus my first year of college since the last time I spoke to Joseph face to face. Though it won't really be difficult for me to be me, because I hear that all three of these boys now have girlfriends.

Which brings me back to The Man Situation. My mother's playful nature came round as soon as we learned that they were coming to visit, and she said that we should try to "get me a boyfriend-for-a-day who is so drop-dead gorgeous that he looks like a supermodel". I sort of stared at her for a moment, stunned that she'd even suggest this. Why would I need a boyfriend to make me a more attractive person? I won't deny that having a boyfriend would actually make a lot of things a little easier for me right now (I don't think I should go into detail, because that is yet another complicated situation), but a fake one? What's the point? I don't want to make anyone jealous. Weird.

Plus, there is someone who has been upgraded from "friend" to "friend with potential" as of a few days ago. Don't think me fickle, because I'm not. I thought about it long and hard yesterday, and it's definitely not my fault. I really need to talk to Emily. Sometimes she understands me better than even I do.

Enough of an update about me? Can I go back to complaining about things in a witty fashion now?