I made sure to teach her Rain Dance. :Db

Still taking a break from Trials and Tribulations. I was bored so I picked up Pokemon Diamond again the other day and finally got my fifth badge. I’m working on training my Pokemons up to level 40 and up before challenging the Canalave Gym dude.

Apparently there’s this unspoken rule that by the time a girl hits the -teens, she’s supposed to have a boyfriend already. At sixteen, while the rest of my online friends two or three years younger than me were LJ-ing about their boy troubles, I was still enjoying my extended childhood and wondering what’s the deal with 13-year olds complaining that their parents aren’t letting them get into relationships. Having no boyfriend didn’t bother me even when my relatives started asking if I have one (if I did, what made them think I’d tell them?) and I was already contented, fangirling over cartoon characters that don’t exist and will never ever return my admiration for them.

I’m turning 20 next year, my relatives still ask me if I have a boyfriend, and I still don’t understand why girls far younger than me are in a hurry to have one.

Okay, so I’m not a pretty girl, I have absolutely no talent, and my interests turn off 99.9% of the male population of the world. I mean, what boy in his right mind would want a girlfriend who likes Disney and could most likely pass as his younger sister (mentally, physically, and perhaps emotionally)? This is probably why no one I know in real life believes I’m capable of catching any good fish. Even my mom is worried I’ll end up a spinster– alone and lonely for the rest of my pathetic excuse for a life. Sometimes I think of that too. Sometimes I don’t. Most of the time I feel that this boyfriend thing is just a universal expectation I’m supposed to live up to, not necessarily because I want it or I need it.

Other times I put the blame on the various fandoms that shaped my current unrealistic standards. No, not Edward Cullen. I’m not into abusive stalkers. I’m thinking more along the lines of the Jane Austen men and the pretty Asian boys. My mom probably thinks I’m lesbian because I crush on the girly-looking type (have you seen Lee Hongki in drag?) and my friends think I’m a pedophile because I seem to have a thing for the underaged (Okoyama Tomoki is adorable).

Someday my prince will come, we’ll settle down in a house with a pretty garden, and have cute twins. If he doesn’t, I’ll be that nice old auntie that my nieces and nephews adore because I spoil them to bits. Either way I’ll be rich and surrounded with toys, which is good enough for me.

I’ll get my “happily ever after” ending with or without that prince.