Dear Diary
As you'll recall .. if you were alive, and able to remember things that i've wrote in you..
I had a dream that involved public embaressment,being laughed at, and of being suddenly naked in public.
Well it appears that part of my dream at least came true. KSU held a date auction event this evening, where people stood on the stage, while people bid on them.
Much like the gorean slave trading that I've read about, only with less knuckle dragging and more clothing )... barely.. taking into account this is college we're talking about)
I dont know whether i was posessed, temporarily insane, or just bored. but i decided to place myself in the eye of the public and enter that auction myself.
So the next few hours were spent, washing my hair, removing my makeup, reapplying makeup to give myself rosy cheeks, dyeing and styleing my hair, and picking an outfit .. all typical date stuff .. or so i've been told, since i've never had a date before, thats unknown territory to me.
A friend, suggested an outfit for me to wear, and so i chose my most stunning deep purple shoulderless dress.
The time came for me to leave my dorm room for the auction, and so there i went, dressed in formalwear, when what do i see when i get to the auction, everyone dressed, in denim shorts or jeans, and white t-shirts of varying lengths, coverage and style.
I'm too stubborn for my own good i guess, but i spent well over an hour, a island of purple, awash in a sea of white and blue, i finally decided that i'd had enough, and i'd remembered that i always kept a spare outfit in the saddlebags of my motorbike in case of being caught in the rain. So i slipped out unnoticed, which is easy to do when your miss invisible on campus, and ducked behind a bush to change outfits.
I reappeared five minutes later, wearing a tied shirt that barely covered my assets, and shorts so tiny, that i think the wedgie will be with me until i'm eighty, but damned if i didnt look hot! hot! hot!.
The auction ran into overtime, and it was, that at the end, there was only me left to be sold, money had been spent all night, and the college guys and girls pockets were nearly empty.
I walked up onto the stage, and stood embaressed. The host of the event asked me a question, and i answered it jokingly, which got a few chuckles from the audience, finally she opened the bidding "Who will offer $100 for arwen" .. silence, after what seemed an eternity, someone bid .. then another bid came, finally the bidding ended with the winning bid, or what had seemed like the winning bid, going to the biggest geek, this side of a star trek convention.
The host, said to the grade A, living in his parents basement style nerd "that'll be $1000. please pay" when he decided to laugh and say, sorry, i was only kidding i really dont have the money. the bottom fell out of my heart, and i knew i was going to be the only person left unsold.
Its bad enough to appear invisible, and know nobody, but to have it confirmed by nobody even winning you in a charity auction, would be the final straw, and i'd have flown on the next plane out of kindly, and gone back to England.
But my knight in shining armor, or in this case, my dame in shining armani, seeing as it was a woman, who came to my rescue, bid $600, and i was sold to her, I have to either go on a date with her, or perform a task she sets, but with my gratefullness at not being sent home alone, i aim to do my best to please her.
Okay, its way past my bedtime, and my pens running out of ink, so its time to put a close to this entry.
Arwen Hykova