...and I need someone to come and get it out of my room for me.
She walked into her room on a Friday night, 10pm, just got home from watching a movie with a friend. Exhausted from a long day of class, ready to crash. She stumbles into her room to put down her purse and get ready for bed. "Something does NOT smell right in here... What happened to my Kiwi air freshener...It can't be gone already, it always smells good in here..." she thought to herself. "...Oh NO it couldn't be could it ?" The first thought to cross her mind is....Dead mouse. Gross. "Oh man that smells bad, where is it coming from? I am so tired, I just want to go to bed, please, please God don't let there be a dead mouse in my room..." All she can think now is, what if it really was a mouse she heard rustling in the giant zip lock bags of winter clothes, stored in the corner, that she hear moving two weeks ago. Her roomate had even asked if there was a mouse too, she had also hear a rustling a few days later. However she had talked herself out of that notion rather quickly, "No, its not a mouse, don't be ridiculous. You live on the second floor, and there isn't any food or water in your room, you can't possibly have a mouse, it was just the bags sliding from the things you laid on top of them." A month later she walks into a room that smells, dare she think it, like a mouse died in there. "What am I going to do now. I can't possible move all of the stuff in my tornado zone of a bedroom tonight to look for a dead mouse. I really really don't have it in me to do that now. I will do it tomorrow. First thing, I will get up shower, and clean my room, really really well. I will box up everything I have been meaning to box up for two months and move it to the basement. Then it will be clean, and there will be no more nesting holes for mice, and if there is a dead mouse I will find it, and if not, I hope that smell goes away....gross..." And she can think is, "What if there really is a dead mouse?...I don't get queasy very easily, but I wish I had someone to call to come and get it out for me..."
How the the smell of possible dead mouse turned this single girls mind into another reason to long for a man, is not as absurd as it seems. The two guys closest by love animals too much, and might cry at the sight of dead mouse, and the other guys are not really close enough of friends to call and say, hey I think there is a mouse in my room dead somewhere would you please come over and help me find it...I can't face this alone... Most of them also have girlfriends, so it is awkward to just call them up, and pretty much everyone else would tell her to "suck it up and deal with it"....and she would think, "I have been doing that my whole life, please just come help me..."
The emotions that loneliness brings, and the things that remind someone they are "alone" in the sense of not having a significant other seem to the non-single ridiculous because they cannot remember that feeling anymore. However they are not ridiculous...they are very very Honest.
...Please Please don't be a dead mouse in my room...And couldn't you send me someone to call to come and get it out for me...if it really is there... it's kind of sad and gross at the same time, and just not fun to do by yourself...this moment, was a lesson for today...a reminder of the struggle of being on your own, grown up, and single, and the desire for someone you trust enough to ask to come get a dead mouse out from behind your bed, that won't judge you, and will love you all the more for it...
