look. that's me. I'm in a dryer.

It seems we've been a bit MIA for the past ... year. I know you've all been writhing and sobbing over what you thought was our passing. No sir, no ma'am. We're still very much alive.

Unfortunately, although Rebecca may decide to continue posting on this blog, let it be known that she is NOT DATELESS. That women has so many men after her it's not even funny. This is mainly the reason our site has been unattended and left in the corner. She was so busy being courted by multiple men that it completely slipped her mind!

As for me, my only excuse is that I've been mumbling cross words in my own little corner, with cobwebs and dust mites in my hair, about how men are such idiots and it's befuddling that they refuse to take me out. Odd, isn't it?

I've started the college life, as has Becca, and we're both consumed. Although she's on her break right now, I'm just beginning and it's a disaster. So much work, so little sleep, and for BYU, so little dates. This is the place where men are supposed to be following you around with rings saying "Marry me! Marry Me!" isn't it? I'm so confused. Where have they gone?

Anyways, even though its long overdue, this is number ... twenty-two? of why I, Madeline Parcell, am still to this day, even at BYU, even at the age of 18, dateless.

#22. I try to fit myself into small places. Like dryers. Which is apparently abnormal.


Wish me luck as I continue my days as a dateless young lady at Brigham Young University.

Sincerely,
madeleine