I want to clarify that I am in no way a woman hater. I do, in fact, love women. I think that they possess qualities and attributes that far surpass those that men are capable of fostering… ever… in the history of the universe. Qualities like empathy and love and tolerance. It’s events like that of yesterday, however, that make me question my lifelong respect for the possessors of the double X Chromosome.

I got shot down for a blind date last night by a girl with whom I only spoke with for no more than one minute. Her roommate and my roommate are friends, and after our meeting suggested to the both of us that we go on a date.

Personally, I was all for it. She seemed nice. She also laughed, which means she had a personality and was not likely to be one of those bitter, man-hater BYU girls who gripe about every man under the sun who doesn’t give them a second glance (which is probably also every man under the sun) to their beastly, mannish, man-hating roommates… and she was cute.

However, I apparently did not live up to her standards. When asked if she’d be interested in a date – and mind you, this is one date – she told her roommate, “He seems like a guy that would be fun to hang out with, but I don’t think I could ever date someone like that.”

Classy.

I didn’t realize people that weren’t named God could cast judgment so quickly.

I wonder if it was the facial hair… Man, I should totally try out for the Rejection Olympics.