The Problems that come with being AWESOME

Sometimes there are days when I just want to knock some sense into every girl that tells me I'm amazing and that my future husband will be so lucky (and then asks if I can bake/cook for their husband). And for every time a single guy tells me I'm amazing I want to ask him why we haven't been on a date yet. But for some reason I don't think doing either of those things will do me any good. :) And I know I should be more gracious because they are just giving me compliments, but as MANY people can attest, I'm terrible at taking compliments. I don't know how to respond. If someone tells me that dinner/dessert was great do I say 'thanks' and take the compliment to my cooking ability (even though both parties, me and them, already knew before they even tasted it that it would be good) or 'you're welcome' as if they are thanking me for the already predetermined wonderful food. (the idea to pretend like I didn't know that my food was good and just take a courteous compliment, went away after they had already told me at least 5 times how good it tasted or they were the 10th person to say so in the group)
And then what happens when they get more creative with their compliments because they don't want to be like the last 5 people and just say I'm awesome, they have to bring in weird metaphors or use words that haven't been used since the 1600s. Trust me there are no correct responses to these compliments besides staring at them with a confused look.
It's not that I don't want compliments because I'm pretty sure if I didn't get any I would be upset, but I have this idea that if even half the available guys that have told me I'm amazing were to ask me on a date, maybe I wouldn't be graduating BYU completely single.

And just so this blog post doesn't seem to come out of no where, I was told at least twice yesterday by guys I wouldn't mind dating that I was amazing and today I brought Mitt Romney Brownies for my finance skit in class today and the girls behind me told me it would be great if I could cook for their husbands. Last week I had a temple worker ask if I was working on my MRS degree(to which I replyed I've taken the classes but failed them) and yesterday I got my Cap and Gown, along with a free BYU alumni shirt at the Grad Fair along with talking to my little sister about when she's going to get a proposal. So the pathetic fact that I'm going to leave BYU(a school that practically offers a minor in marriage) perfectly single has slapped me in the face.

On a positive note, I got better at making caramel and my brownies not only taste fantastic but look incredible too. I almost don't recommend making them because their so irresistible it almost guarantees you will be 5 lbs heavier the next time you step on a scale or that you will have to do another month of sit ups to get rid of the love handles they will give you.

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