I'm almost positive this would only happen to me:

Sometimes I get really excited over things that later make me look like a fool.

Tonight I played dodgeball. This is a weekly occurrence for me. Every Monday night I join the ladies and we dominate over at Ultimate Indoor. Womens dodgeball = World War 3. Needless to say dodgeball is not a place for beauties. Henceforth also not a place to find dates. Unless you have my dating track record right?

After playing an hour of dodgeball I was heading out to my trusty Hyundai to go home. I was covered in paint, my hair was wretched, and I was dazed as I headed outside. As I was attempting to unlock my door, I heard "ahem" coming from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and standing there was a very attractive young man who smelled absolutely divine. He introduced himself, I stumbled through hello, and he asked for my number.

On the way home I called Alex and Danielle telling them the latest. I told mom when I got home, as well as Kaylee, which is about when said guy shot me a "wassup" text. After about three minutes of conversing the worst possible news ever was delivered to me via text. Said fellow was 17. Have any brothers? Just my luck...