The Lady--Ever-Observant

Grad school has a tendency to make dating complicated. If it wasn't already difficult to be interested in any of the boys here, they tend to think that I am much older than I am simply because I am in grad school. Hip-hip-hooray. When men here discover my real age {a mere 23 years}, they act as though they were finding out for the first time that Santa Clause is not real. What?! And maybe grad school is intimidating to men, especially those who have only been home from their missions for little over a year {or less}. Be that as it may, I am not terribly bothered {at the moment} and am content to watch the dating mayhem that occurs in singles wards. 

For example, my roommate, Mary, has become curiously attracted to a man whom I refer to as The Bearded Hobbit {only in my own mind of course}. The only reason I can imagine she likes him is because he is close to the same age as herself {singles even over 25 are in short supply here}. Every conversation I've had with him has been terribly dull. Terribly. And as his pseudonym may imply, he is also terribly short, which isn't a bad trait at all except for the fact that my roommate is not terribly short. But as it so often goes, several girls find him attractive . . . somehow. Now Mary finds herself battling for The Bearded Hobbit's affections against an over-zealous nineteen-year-old. Chances are the nineteen-year-old will win because when it comes down to it, the younger girl always wins. 

Tune in next week for more of "Mary vs. the Nineteen-Year-Old". 

Con Amor, 

The Lady