It's October 30th, and apparently, my time is up.
Yes guys, I was given a deadline to find a boy here in America by my friend Laura and October 30th was my deadline. Failed. Drastically.
It all started because she met her boyfriend in i-House on October 30th and now they have had a long distance relationship for just about two years (January 4th marks the special day and yes, I have a good memory for dates). Therefore, we made it into a joke that if I met anyone special on October 30th then they would be the special person who would later become the love of my life or I had to make a move on someone I liked by October 30th otherwise I was doomed.

Looks like I am doomed.

My other friends in my apartment, meanwhile, have a three week rule. You can like someone for three weeks and if you haven't got the guts to make a move during those three weeks then you give them up and move on.

What madness is this! I am used to have crushes on guys for five years and progressively talking to them less and less so as to make sure they definitely don't have a clue I fancy them (certainly not a dating tip, why? Because it doesn't work).

I find this is all very amusing. Americans love to play Cupid. Literally all the time. As do the Spanish. I am living among people who love to set me up with people. Usually the most inappropriate people I can think of but ah, it's nice to know they care. Also they love to just tease you about any boys name you mention. Literally every male name means they will raise their eyebrows and go 'ooooOOooo" or the Spanish girls go 'aaaaAAaaaaa'

However, my American friends have warned me that finding someone at UCSD is very hard because you start to develop Triton Eye after awhile. I will explain that term in a later post.

Highly amusing.
But alas, my time is up. Oh well....as my friend Betty and I continue to joke "next year, next year will be my year."