Boys in the Dorm, Even After Hours

Three days ago we were six normal girls living in room 88 of Penrose. We talked about our home lives, what we did in high school, and what we wanted from our college education. We talked about what callings we wanted in the ward and what we like to eat for dinner. But just three days later boys have taken over our apartment. They are there all the time. They make us stay up later, study less, and they are there even as we drift off to bed. Now, I wish they were actually there, but they exist only in every conversation and in every decision; when we leave for class, what we do at night, where we go for lunch, when we buy our groceries. Everything.
72 hours was all it took to turn six bright, 18-year-old young women into blubbering teeny boppers who seemed to be playing with their Ken dolls just a month before. We know we’re ridiculous, but that doesn’t stop us.
I write this wondering what happens in the abyss that is a guy’s dorm. Do guys just not talk or what? We are over in our building freaking out over the pointless things while guys seem to be sitting on their couches playing video games and eating their Top Ramen. Do guys ever take the extra long way back just to glance into a window hoping to see a certain girl? Do guys ever talk about a girl they’re never even met, but just noticed in class or in the ward? Do guys ever find it hard to concentrate in class with that one girl sitting in their view?  Why all the secrets, boys? It’s time to tell all.  Fess up and blog.