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Stephanie Davis

Stephanie started an illegal newspaper at her middle school called The Underground—which was printed on copy paper stapled together—thus beginning her foray into the world of publishing. She went on to be editor of her high school newspaper, worked at The Red and Black (UGA's esteemed newspaper)...

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I got asked out by a cardboard box last night

Guest blogger: Intern Bethany

Hi. I’m Bethany, an intern at skirt!. Yes, I got asked out by a cardboard box last night.

My girls and I always talk about our standards, whether they’re too high, perhaps too low sometimes. Honestly, please don’t remind me of the guy who liked sleeping on the living room floor with his apartment door wide open in the middle of October. And don’t remind me of the guy who wrote songs, painted pictures inspired by my favorite quotes, and was super good at communicating. Good one. Glad I let that loser go.

A few years back my girls and I decided that instead of prescribing to the legalistic dating mantra of the Christian dating book, authored by none other than I Kissed Dating Goodbye’s Joshua Harris, we just wanted to date someone who was kind, and was willing to be emotionally intimate. Maybe not even actually being emotionally intimate, but at least willing. With the above mentioned illustrations we can see how well that has worked out for me.

As I shamelessly returned to my car Sunday morning, I was not-so-pleasantly surprised by a gift left on my windshield. I’ve recently had my car towed and I could make a collage covering all of the wall space in my room with the amount of parking tickets I’ve gotten. To be honest, every time I leave my car somewhere I am terrified of those little yellow papers neatly tucked beneath my windshield wipers. In fact, I probably lose more sleep about parking tickets than I do finals, work deadlines, the gas crisis, or starving children in Africa.

You can imagine my dread as I reached for the torn off cardboard lip. It read, “Hey. I was the guy smiling at you all night but didn’t get the chance to say hi; I really wanted to, though. I would love to take you out sometime. If not, it is definitely my loss.”

Yep. He was the cute guy I kept making eyes with, and kept smiling at, but never talked to.

I was really embarrassed when I read the note. Oh my gosh; I feel like I just got asked out by a homeless person. My standards have gone to the dogs, literally. What are my friends going to think? But instead of calling my friends first, I called the number on the cardboard. What did I have to lose?