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Who cares if I can’t dance?

Well, it’s that time of year again for school traditions like homecoming. And this year, for the first time, I’m actually going. I figured I might as well go because I’ll definitely have to go to prom, so I should probably get some dance-going practice under my belt. On Friday I went out to buy a suit. I definitely needed a jacket and pants, but I didn’t really think I needed a shirt or a tie. Nonetheless, we got the whole thing anyway. I probably don’t have a shirt or tie that’s worth wearing, so I might as well get some new ones in case I ever have to dress so formally again.

Homecoming had better be worth it, even though I think it’ll just be a frivolous use of my my mom’s fifty bucks. I don’t plan on taking a date, but I’m expecting to see a few friends there, so that should be nice. I’ll have to hang out with them lest I get caught up in whatever goes on at homecoming dances. I believe the dance will be October 7, so I have some time to plan an escape in case of emergency.

It started simply enough. A few weeks ago, a girl named Natasha from Canada posted a comment or two on this site. She also sent in a few questions for Ask Jordon. I checked out her MySpace and added her as a friend, and then she e-mailed me. It’s always nice to get an unsolicited request for pen-palship. I’ve always been the one doing the asking, I think.

So we started exchanging e-mails. This has been going on constantly, and in the process, I’ve gotten to learn more about her and her life in Canada. She’s a really interesting person, and I’ve found that I can talk to her about pretty much anything. She seems really smart, although she doesn’t seem to think so. We’ve exchanged pictures, and get this: she says I’m cute, apparently in a way that she’s never known before. Whoa. Yes, I, unlucky Jordon, am cute. To hear I’m good-looking at all is something that basically never happens, so you can probably imagine how I’ve been feeling.

And she’s good-looking, too. Blonde hair and blue eyes, a curvy body (as she puts it), and a genuine smile. She doesn’t look like the popular models or actresses, which is a good thing. Instead, she’s cute in that rare, real-life way. I do know that looks aren’t everything, though. I also enjoy that she’s a good person to talk to, she’s funny, and she leads an interesting life. The fact that she seems to like me doesn’t harm anything, either. At least, I think she does. I’ve had a lot of false hopes before, so I’m a little wary.

It’s hard to explain how I feel right now. All I can say at this point is that it’s a shame that we’re so far away — 3,400 km by road, but only 2,581 km as the crow flies. I want to meet her in person, but it’s not likely to happen in the near future. That leads to mixed feelings — joy and sadness. I’d like not to worry about the distance factor, but it’s hard to ignore. At least we have e-mail, instant messaging, and things of that ilk. She’s going to download Skype so that we can speak to each other and see each other. I can’t wait for what tomorrow brings.

20 Things You Didn’t Know About Death. I did know #14, though. Thanks, AP European History!

From Forbes: America’s Most (and Least) Efficient Charities. It’s a couple of years old, but it should still prove useful if you’re wondering where your donations should go.

One year ago: “I met the Improv All-Stars!”
Three years ago: “To my immense suprise, they offered me a part-time job!”