My cousin introduced me to this guy. He's really nice, good looking, like 6ft and built. After a saturday night out of dancing, he asked for my number. The next day, I find out that he reads too. We swapped book titles on the phone. His dad is a pastor, his mom was a chef, and he plays guitar and keyboards. He's also really involved with his church.
Perfect.
No.... no no no no no.
1st Downfall: He used to cheer in high school and got a scholarship to do that for college so he does that on the side.
2nd Downfall: He's 21. As in he's a junior in college.
Beer Pong, anyone?
I don't babysit.
Let's get back to the cheerleading part. A male cheerleader has arrived in my life. I used to be a cheerleader in elementary school. After being voted as the girl who showed the least enthusiasm--I never did it again. I asked him, "Do you chant and stuff?" He replies,"No i don't do expressions" (I guess the correct term for cheering). "Does it feel weird to wear a uniform?" He answers, " No, why?
"WHY!? What do you mean "why?" Because you're a freaking male cheerleader who claims to be straight. WHYY?? Because it's the one detail I'm leaving out when I tell people about you. Because it's the detail that I'm going to pretend I had no idea about when you decide to talk about it in front of others. Can you imagine how people would look at me? It's like, if I were to ever go to a game that he is cheering for--who am I going to look at more? The guy with the "V" on his chest screaming " Let's go, Let's go, L-E-T-S- G- O?" Or the quarterback shouting, "lets get 'em boys," through a mouthguard?
I'm all for the scholarships and educational assistants. But for dating--for dating me, I mean, there are no scholarships, passes or grants that are going to help these boys to get in. What was my cousin thinking? People don't know me at all. Like, AT ALL. I guess its a crime to be a 23 year old Hispanic who is NOT married. That makes two on my record.
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