LIFE IN YELLOW

Sunday, September 15, 2002

Well, things are finally picking again for me. Back to the fun life.
There are two boys that are brothers, and both dance well. I think they are both interested in me. Well, I know the older one is, but the younger one may just be too young. Brother the Younger is going to be my dance partner for a competition coming up, so we'll actually be spending a little time together.

Also, there are two roomates who are possibly interested in me as well. One is a Blue/White, and the other is a Red. I'm not really interested in Blue/White, though he is a good cuddler and likes to dance. New Red, on the other hand, I am interested in. But there are a few complications with that. One is his perfectionist Red personality. This boy has never even had a girlfriend. I think he's waiting for miss perfect, and doesn't realize that she doesn't exist. Also, because of this aspect of his personality, he would probably tell his Blue/White roomate to "go for it" in pursuing me. The last complication is that he's one of my students. I don't know what the policy is on that...but uh...

I invited New Red to go to the county fair with me last night. All my friends were going, which meant two couples, and me. I had to even out my odds. We rode some spinny rides, played in front of the warping mirrors, and ate elephant ears.

There have been complications in my love for White. He's got some serious issues with anxiety, and has not been to see a doctor, and is not taking any medications. I'm getting really tired and worn from his saying he's going to do something, and then not. (Or saying he's not going to do something, and then doing it.) It got to the point where I had to play mean girl and give him an ultamatum. I'm possibly going down his way in October, and I told him that if he did not have a good shrink by then, that I would not see him while I was down there. This of course sent him off the wall, until he realized how much it's hurting me. The minute he saw it as taking care of me (rather than taking care of his own problems) he was fine, and made an appointment with a doctor. He had to change his appointment, though, because he had a substitute teaching job that day. This is the only job he has, and he only has time to do it one day a week. He cannot qualify for any financial aid. I don't know how the poor boy is going to survive. I'm getting worn out from worrying about him.