<h3>Warning: Wall o' text ahead. Well, more like several planks o' text.</h3>

Well, lately, I've come to realize that I seem to possess a sort of magnetic trait among my DNA that attracts all sorts of unpleasant things, be it injuries to those around me(or even myself), illness, stupidity, or just plain misfortune.

However, one thing stands out amongst the others. It seems freshmen girls have a thing for me(which tells you how mature I am).

To begin with:

This current marking period, I chose the Dance unit in my gym class. Don't give me that look, I know what you're probably thinking.

"What, are you gay or something?"

Let me tell you something, pal o' mine. REAL men aren't afraid to dance. I enjoy it quite a bit. It's relaxing, fun, and actually a good way to meet girls. Think about it:

You're out at some club with friends or what have you, and there's this good-looking girl you've had your eye on. Suddenly, the DJ puts on some ideal dancing tunes. This is a perfect chance to break the ice - ask the girl to dance. What if you don't know to dance? You'll look like an idiot, most likely.

All the perks aside, it is still a great unit. Our teacher is actually the most interesting part of it - no one would ever expect him, being mostly known as an uber-athlete and Racket ball champ to teach dancing. Turns out he did some competitions in England or something. But I digress.

Anyway, back to the misfortune. My partner in the class(a girl whose name I didn't even know until about a week ago… which was awkward, but somehow was never an issue), who actually picked <i>me</i>(I was actually planning on picking someone else, put when the teacher said, "grab a partner," she tapped me on the shoulder and asked me), broke her wrist this past Wednesday.

So I'm thinking, "Great! 90% of the dances we learned require arm contact, how is this gonna work?" Well, somehow we made it work. Somewhere between West Coast Swing and Cha-Cha, we got a system down. So, it wasn't that bad, really.

Actually, that class was really interesting, and confusing. Midway through, the teacher is telling us about this thing where the students make their own dance routine, and perform it. He showed us some videos of kids doing it last year. So we all gather 'round the Toshiba television, and sit down.

<h4>-Warning: stupid romantic fantasy ahead-</h4>

I sit down next to her, not really on purpose, but because all my other friends are sitting in the area as well. Lights go out so we can see the video better.

We start chatting it up and whatnot, and somewhere along the line, she decides to rest her head on my shoulder. Then, she makes a comment on how I smell nice(thanks to Right Guard body spray for that one XD). I'm all like, "Um, thanks…" A few minutes pass, and she lifts her head off of me, and asks me if I have a girlfriend. "Nope."

"Oh, just wondering."

<i>Yeah, right.</i>

That was kinda weird. In my experience, people don't ask if you are single if they are only interested in being your friend. I mean, I sure as hell wouldn't.

Back in January, another freshmen girl openly admitted she had a crush on me. I turned her down(a bit too… crazy for my liking), and thought that was the end of it.

Perhaps Kaz and I share the same strand of DNA.

Sorry for making you read all that. I doubt you did anyway.

Here, have some pie: