Another guy in college, Sir Likes To Use Girls A Lot,* who was older than me and slightly balding, tried to trick me into going out with him by giving me a ticket for a show he supposedly didn't want. He wouldn't take my money for the ticket ($5) and then he casually mentioned he had a semi-formal to go to and maybe I'd like to join him? For future reference, I'm worth more than $5.
But I shouldn't be mean to these poor misguided souls because I know how they feel. In college, I was a little more comfortable with myself than in high school. I was able to talk to boys I was attracted to, but usually they thought of me as a friend or little sister. (Somebody once told me this is because I don't know how to flirt.) But at least I wasn't invisible anymore.
I did finally start dating in college, but I didn't have my first official boyfriend until my senior year. I'm not bad to look at and I'm a nice girl, and I love myself. It's not that I don't have self-confidence, but for some reason, there's this shy part of me that won't let others see how truly awesome I am.
* The names have been changed to protect the socially handicapped.
