Country Dancing Anyone?

Flashback:

 It's the year 2008.  I'm a freshman at Brigham Young University.  I have lots of friends.  I am not socially awkward.  My many friends invite me to go country dancing with them. I decline. They continue to invite, I laugh.

Now it's the year 2011.  I have many friends.  I am not very socially awkward.  A few of my friends invite me to go country dancing.  I decline. They persist.  I laugh.

Unflash to the yesterday:

It's 2012.  I am at BYU again.  I have a couple friends.  I suddenly am socially awkward. . . My roomies set up a date. . .We are going country dancing. . . So there i am, on a country dance floor (the building reminded me more of the elementary school gym in Dubois than a country dance floor) wishing that I knew how to country dance.  I said to myself, "self, you had like a million chances to learn how to do this  but you laughed them off.  now your date wants to go home cuz you can't dance and she knows you only went with her cuz your roommate has a crush on her roommate."  (What my date didn't know is that i also have a crush on her roommate.)  bummer.  I'm thinking this is probably the worst date i've been on since i got home. or before too.  

The good news:

She'd been on a string of unfortunate dates as of late so in comparison, this one was a delight! 

The bad news: 

That's probably not true, but it wasn't as bad as the other ones she'd been on (seeing as I didn't try to kiss her 20 times throughout the night)

Turns out her roommate who me and my roommate both are crushing on, is crushing on someone else, according to my date who may be stuck in the friends cycle with my roommate and lying so that he will notice her after 5 years of being friends. . .poor gal.  she was nice though.

Wanna Go Country Dancing So I Can Impress The Girl You And I Both Are Crushing On?

THAT is not a fair question? 

Is that a fair question?

I've decided to give more purpose to my blog, and correlate the content to the title of my blog.  crazy idea i know but i kinda like it. 

So the question whose fairness is in debate today is the following.  Well the following is actually a story. . .not a question. Is that fair??

So there i was.  Econ 110.  probably 600 students or so in my class, i figured there had to be a cute study buddy I could sit by to make the class more bearable right? (not the question that we will be discussing)  Anyways, no luck.  sitting alone.  bummer, but its ok its just the first day of class, but then who walks in but my cute study buddy! super cute so i'm ok, gotta figure out some way to bump into her (this is all happening in my mind in the irrational part that likes to lie to itself.  The rational part of my brain ignores her entirely because it knows that the chance of me actually making it over to her and striking up a conversation without looking like a creeper is somewhere between 3% and 0%, not counting the fact that even if i could manage to not look like a gomer, the probability that i would work up the courage to do so is less than half of those meager 3 percentiles.)

(not actual study buddy, this is only an example.)

ANYWAYS after class study buddy gets her stuff together as i walk past pretending like i didn't notice her (as the rational part of my brain smirks and snidely snarls at the irrational part "i told you so") another kid (whose rational part of the brain must have fallen asleep somewhere around game theory and the syllabus) and says to study buddy, "can i just tell you that you smell really nice?" to which study buddy replies by not replying at all and looking slightly confused, to which irrational brain boy says you just walked in and the whole room smelled way better.  By this time study buddy was able to pull herself together enough to let out an extremely forced laugh and say "ha yeah. . .thanks" finish packing up her gear and fleeing in the opposite direction, which brings me to my point, to which i am extremely grateful that the rational side of my brain realized (although in a rather snobbish manner) that,

THAT was not a fair question?