Sarah (my precious roommate) and I went on a two-week-long boy fast. As in, we refused dates for two weeks. Mostly this was for her sake, because I was busy taking ice-baths and cooking my dinners on a campfire during the designated weekends anyway. Plus also, my dating drama was on the fizzle, while hers was (as per usual) flaming up at an uncontrollable rate.
As Sarah explained our little hiatus to a new friend at a dance party, he smiled and asked:
"You mean, you're having a BOYcott?"
At which we laughed uncontrollably (as we are wont to do when we hear such clever and awful puns), and he said, "Please don't." And walked away.
