Urban Poly Princess

My friend who used to be in my Mid-Singles ward posted this:

I know what it means to wait. I mean really, REALLY wait. It's like being the last one left after everyone chooses partners in gym class...for 20 years. Even the kid with buck teeth and bad habits found a partner before you. What the crap? 
Me: "But I've been practicing every day since I was a kid! I can do this, I know I can."
Gym teacher: "Sorry, you don't get to play. I know it's your favorite game, but no, you have to sit on the side lines."
Me: After my heart breaks..."If that's how it has to be then I'll be the best one girl team. I'm not just going to sit on the bench."
Then, sometimes, a new kid comes to class. I think, "Hmm. Maybe now I'll have a partner and can join the game."
But alas, new boy has PTSD from playing too much dodgeball and runs away to the corner where he promptly pees his pants. My heart sinks.
Once again, I find myself alone. Luckily, the principal (God) is also my Father. He encourages me to keep playing and claps from the sidelines. He promises me that next semester, for sure, I will have a partner. I have my doubts but He says it's so and has never lied to me before. So I decide to trust him. I try not to think that it's going to be awhile before the bell rings. Ooo! That team needs a little help. I'd better go support them! And I run to help.

Hahaha!!! I love this, especially when the boy runs to the corner and pees his pants