Though I was warned, I am still in awe of the phenomenon that is the male population on this campus. In most classes, I can count on one hand the number of women. I am the only girl in my formation group. Today I attended a lecture in which there was one other girl. Some women might find this whole business intimidating, frustrating… who knows. All I know is, it’s fine by me. Bring it on! And no, I am not here for my MRS. I’m just not bothered with the fact that I am a minority.
The only real trouble is in the art of making friends. How do you befriend a guy without him thinking you’re interested? I would kill to be able to give out my phone number without scaring the boys off. How do you approach the subject of exchanging contact info purely for the practical purpose of communicating? What if I want to just hang out… but not “like that”? Tricky business. I thought theology or exegesis would be the brain-buster here, not the male psyche!
Well, lucky for me it is now on more than one occasion I have been called “one of the dudes” by a select group of guys. They’re all a lot younger, which is why is works (I’m pretty sure I’m too old for there to be any romantic interest). The other night I was privileged (?) to be part of a discussion ranging from the girls they think are cute and their views on dating, to how obsessed they are with Mark Driscoll, which eventually leads to the idea of attending an Acts 29 church plant on Sunday. And here is where we arrive at my
BLONDE MOMENT OF THE WEEK
Boy: “It’s an Acts 29 church”
Me: “Is there something in Acts 29 specifically about the church?”
Boy: “Um… there is no Acts 29″…
WEEEEELLLLLL…. yet another confirmation that I am indeed supposed to be in seminary. Thank the good Lord in heaven that was NOT an episode which occurred in class, among the throngs of supersmartpotentiallysnobby budding male theologians! YIKES. I am so grateful for my new– much smarter– friends. God bless ya, boys…
IRONY ALERT: So on Sunday we made an attempt to visit said Acts 29 church, only to discover IT DOESN’T EXIST EITHER. Killer…
Sarah, I am loving this blog! I also feel like an idiot in my program too… and being blonde does not help. But how cool is it that we are able to get degrees in which we learn about the only thing that really matters in this life. Its like a degree in the point of life! it worth all the money in the world if we come out knowing our Lord and Savior more and experiencing His love, peace, and presence through this spiritual journey. cant wait to hear about what you have been learning. love u
p.s. yeah whats with boys always thinking you want to have babies with them when you say hi… or make eye contact? geesh!
My husband is in your writing group. He told me about your blog. This is a pretty funny entry, and I love the blog title.
I have found that since I’m married I’m able to interact with the mostly-male campus much more confidently. Back when I was single, the lingering worries about mating dynamics were always a pain. Now, if they have no interest in me they can take refuge in the fact that I’m no longer “on the prowl,” and if they are interested in me… sucks to be them! (I’m laughing at all the compliments I’m getting from men for my Nintendo controller school bag. My husband says gamer women are like, +10 hot.)
And obsessed with Mark Driscoll? Ha. If I were single, that would be a good opening indicator that this is not the man for me.
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