I walked
into my grandma's room the other night as she was watching
Khloe and Kourtney Kardashian on TV. During the part of the
episode that I saw while I was in there, the two of them were
sitting in posh-looking chairs at a large table covered with a
few notepads. Guys would walk up to this table, and the girls
would briefly interview them and ask them questions in order to
rate their level of interest in the guys. One of the sisters
then remarked with something along the line of,
"There is not one guy
here that I would even consider going on a date
with.
There's not even half a guy here that I would
date."
Which, to
be honest, is probably the exact same remark I’d make
if all of the guys at my school were to line up at a table
and have me rate them.
So I
can’t exactly blame her.
#sorrynotsorry
