There was this one day that I thought about being a counselor. I feel that that, combined with my several years of experience as a human being, has more than qualified me to identify and diagnose syndromes. The topic of today's blog is the Three Day Syndrome.
TDS was discovered by myself over a period of several years (which some might call senior year of high school through senior year of college) of intensive field study. Field study may also be called socializing, dating, interacting, gossiping...you get the drift.
Essentially, TDS begins with a boy asking a girl on a date. Said date has been preluded by flirting and hanging out of the casual variety. The date is fun. Within the next 48 hours, the boy who did the asking on the date has contacted the girl, spontaneously, to see her again. And soon. Sometimes it's a movie, or his sporting event, a jaunt in the park....the options are endless. Again, fun is had. The girl is effectively hooked. Then the third day hits. The boy wakes up remembers he's a dork and ignores the girl. When she calls, he says he "has a thing." Oh please. Be a man and say you have a date, or aren't interested. A thing? Girls know this is code for hanging out with a different girl.
And that's it. For the boy. Three days are up and he's finished. The girl, however, is left to wonder what she did wrong, try and fix it, then realize there's no use and move on in hope that the next boy can count past three.
Tune in next time for MOS.
16 comments:
Ummmm, I know the answer to this. Men are bastards.
I totally remember the importance of the "third date." It's like you HAD TO KNOW after the second date if you were serious or not. Because heaven forbid you be unsure after two dates. And THEN if the guy actually asked you out on the third date, well you had better REALLY like him because the Third date MEANT SOMETHING. HA. HA. HA.
LOL...that is so awesome! So Crash says that me and HER are twins...but I think you and I are closer to twins...apparently we think alike! :)
Guys are jerks, especially the one hovering over my shoulder reading what I'm typing.
Oh, you're very clever (I knew this before and I even thought you might be Cordy at some point--please take that as a compliment if you can).
You should publish a book about the three day syndrome.
I agree with lisaway...you should write a book about this. Why does it work out like this?
i hope MOS is the cure for TDS.
i'm still looking for the antidote.
(p.s. - did you get the e-mail i sent you? seems my e-mail account has been acting a little wonky)
Stinkin' boys! They can't count to three but can remember how to be dorks? Where's the fairness in that?
I'm looking forward to MOS.
ha ha! You really should read Dan Kim's post about girls being like pigeons. It's the other take! Thanks for the TDS! It's totally true! ;)
hmmmm...I wonder...is TDS complicated by random mother rules about not getting serious?
There was this one day when I woke up and forgot that I was a dork.
Terrible, terrible day... I couldn't stop asking girls out.
Ever since then, I've always remembered. Thank heavens.
-Dork
I can't WAIT for MOS. Is it Making Out Sucks? Because, if so, that's false. Unless it's with someone you don't even like, because then it really sucks. Even when it's good.
See what they do to us? They're dorkness rubs off and turns us into horrible boy haters.
You go, Dr. Barbaloot. You go.
Oh, yeah, I remember that one. It didn't happen again did it? Have you been seeing someone and I don't know about it, you better not be.
I agree with Kristina. Totally true. Those little s.o.b's! Looking forward to your next installment.
Truer words have never been spoken! This is especially common in 'Utah Valley'. I think the men folk also suffer from DBS (Douche Bag Syndrome)
Maybe Mr. Belding is single. I bet he'd keep calling. And calling and calling and calling...
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