Cheerleaders

Today, I asked my dad why guys liked to date cheerleaders. It had occured to me that cheerleaders weren't very... attractive. I figured I would be able to ask my dad, since you know, he's a guy, or at least he was one. Now he's a dad.
Well I guess he gave it some thought because he suggested that it was because cheerleaders root guys on during football and basketball, and when someone just cheers for you like that, you feel compelled to be attracted to them or whatever. And I don't mean that in a sexual way or anything, I just mean if someone was really supportive about you, you'd want to be friends with that person, right? So I guess I could understand...
My dad also said that guys like to show off, so if girls cheer them on, they like to show off even more. Apparently girls like it when guys are brave and tackle each other in football, or make a really nice shot in basketball. That, I thought, was ridiculous. But I guess I *could* understand why they're so attracted to each other. It's a matter of being supportive, I guess.
Maybe that's why I like my swim club so much. They're so supportive... and it seems like they're seeking *me* out, instead of me always finding them. I just really like them for some reason.

Oh, I just found something I wrote during study hall because I was *really really* *EXTREMELY* *RIDICULOUSLY* bored. I guess it's kind of a continuation of the last post, so here goes:

Sometimes, I wonder why he's so nice to me. I wonder why he even talks to me. What's so special about myself?
That's how it always was. I'm *good* at something, but not extraordinary. I'm like a face in the crowd. Good, but not special.
I wonder, does he think of me as a newfound pet that he can cherish for a little while, and when I am old and boring, he can abandon me? I don't like to think that way, espeically since he doesn't seem like that type of person, but one can never be sure. I don't even know if he actually likes me, or if he wants to be my friend.
I'm someone new, someone who they don't know. There are things about me that are as foreign to them as an alien would be. Perhaps that is why I'm so interesting, the fact that I'm a mystery to their minds.
I wonder if in the future, one day, they will all look back and recall a faint trickle of a memory of a girl like me, and say to themselves, "Oh, I think I remember her..." or maybe I won't leave much of an impression at all.
He always seems so excited to tell me something, I can't help but note a possibility that maybe we could be great friends, or more. I don't want to be heartbroken, but maybe...
At this point, all I can hope for is that I'll always be remembered.
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This is where my boredom has driven me. Bleh.
Oh yes, Ritti, I did read that website you sent me. It was... interesting. So now we're taking drugs to fall in or out of love? Yuck.