One

            “I’m not going,” I stated, yet again, to my friend, Caroline.

            “Oh come on Alex, you can’t back out on me now!” She whined, flinging her dirty blond hair away from her face, “I’ve spent months, months Alex, preparing this, and you choose now to turn away from the girlish ways you have somewhere inside of you!?”

            I sighed, “You’re such a drama queen Carol, it’s just one date, why don’t you and Zack just go by yourselves?” I said, Zack was her boyfriend for about 7 months, and for 7 months Carol’s been trying to convince me that I wanted a boyfriend. To say the least she’s failed…..miserably. She’s given me the ‘you’re 17 so you should want a boyfriend’ talk, the ‘you’re a bad friend for making me do this alone’ talk, and finally (the talk that got me to agree for her to find me a blind date) the ‘if you don’t go on a double date with me I’ll force you to wear a Barbie doll dress and take you to prom myself’ talk. That one was scary. So yeah, I agreed for her to find me one blind date, but just one, I made her agree specifically to that term. So basically, for the last…probably 4 or 5 months she’s been searching high and low for my ‘perfect match’, and she says that she’s finally found it. I think she said his name was Cody or something.

            “Because, Alex, that would be giving in to you. I am going to make you go on this date, and I’m going to make you like it.” She said, sitting me down in front of her dresser to fix “this mob of mud colored hair” as she calls it. I like my hair the way it is, it’s a little curly so it curls near the bottom, and it’s a rust color, brownish red. I usually just shower and let it dry naturally, it looks just fine, but apparently that wasn’t up to ‘dating standards’.