The Housesitter, Part 3, Page 4

PANEL 1

Rachel at the contra dance, looking around at the crowd.

Caption: The dance...

RACHEL: (thinking) "What is this, B.Y.O.B?"

RACHEL: (thinking) "I see a lot of couples and single women."

RACHEL: (thinking) "Where are all the single guys?"

Small text: "Bring Your Own Boy..."

Aww, I went to this dance hoping I might meet a handsome young man and flirt and dance with him, which when you live in the middle of a forest with your mother doesn’t happen every day. But there were no eligible young men at this dance. So messed up! There I was in my Tripp mini-skirt (which I still have :D) and my dancing shoes, and there wasn’t a single fox in sight.

Where the heck were you supposed to meet boys? (I guess at high school, but being home-schooled and then in my early 20′s, such an intermingling was not to be had.)