#26. Because do you see that photo bomb?

And that's all. 

sincerely, 

madeleine

number twenty-five

#25. Because the above picture is the aftermath of my roommate cleaning out the fridge in my apartment. 

25+ items of expired food/empty containers. I will most definitely be a terrible girlfriend because A) I can't regularly clean out a fridge and B) I take a picture of it as if it's an accomplishment that I've kept large amounts of food past the suggested date. I'd probably kill my boyfriend accidentally.  

Cheer's to continually being dateless, it's a pleasure to be of amusement to you.

sincerely,
madeline

number twenty four

looks like it's just me and Siri this Valentines Day. 

#23. This is my cousin, she's a goddess.

#23. You're best friend and/or cousin in my case, is the most gorgeous thing to walk the earth. And you, as a mere mortal, have to walk next to her and go unnoticed 90% of the time.

I'm sure some can relate.

You're the friend of the girl that all the guys drool over. The friend of one of the many popular girls in school. The friend of the gorgeous blonde/brunette, which means all possible attention you could be getting has been and will forever be dissolved as soon as they look at the goddess standing next to you.

Technically, this is our own fault because we become friends with these people. But how are we supposed to know we'll end up in this position yet again? In my case, my best friend is not only a friend, but also a relative. So even if I didn't want to be her BFF, I'd still have to suffer through the agony of shuffling by her side while every man on campus gives her a smile and a wave and out of sheer courtesy asks me my name, for the third time.

I didn't choose the tag-along life, the tag-along life chose me. Let's all sheepishly admit our terrible life-calling and make support groups and book clubs. We'll meet on Tuesdays.

my heart goes out to you all,
madeleine

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