The Scene: A book shop, library, grocery store. Anywhere that I'm not trying to meet someone.
The Boy: Quiet, intellectual, seems different from the usual guys, he owns a car & has a job & everything, refreshing.
The Girl: One Sarakastic.
The Conversation: Great, we get to talking about how we hate close mindedness & how I'm a princess.
The Problem: He hands me a slip of paper, or mentions his myspace profile. I don't care how quiet this guy seems, he will have at least 300 friends, most of them 18 year old, beautiful girls. I refer to it as a myspace harem, & it seems that everything male has one. It's a little black book that everyone can see, & it's socially acceptable to just hand this out to any girl you might be interested in. I blame myspace for the reason that dating seems so difficult in this generation. How is anyone supposed to stand out in a crowd of 300 girls leaving suggestive comments? How am I supposed to be ok with the Harem, even when they continue to exist if we start dating? Maybe I'm going to have to start going after Amish guys.