Priorities

I had a date for lunch today. She called me when she got out of class, and I was supposed to go pick her up so that we could go out to eat. She just had bad timing, really, because I was in the middle of a head-to-head match on Halo 2. I mean, I couldn't just leave in the middle of a match. Who does that? So I made her walk over to my apartment.

Fondu You

So you're into a certain girl, and you try to spend time with her to ascertain whether or not that interest is mutual so that you can take further action. One day it seems like she is totally into you, and she's flirty and happy to see you and sad when you leave and can't wait to see you again. You think that things are good. Then the very next day she acts like she couldn't care less if you were even friends or not. Every guy that's ever liked a girl knows what I'm talking about, and I think we've all experienced the ITB-reversal. Why does she do this?
So I've been described as being a "fondu pot" by a few girls that I know, as a metaphor for how I'm different every time they interact with me, and that they never know what they're going to get. I've known a lot of girls who have told me that they just "don't get me" or that they don't know "what to make of me." I had thought that with such a consistent review, they must be right. Recently, however, I've realized that never has a guy told me that he didn't know what to make of me, or that he didn't get me, or that "sometimes I think me and Bryant are friends, and other times I think he doesn't like me at all."
My conclusion: I am not a fondu pot at all. It's girls. They're the ones that are inconsistent and unpredictable, and they've seen me through their inconsistent eyes and been unable to understand, not because I'm always changing, but because they are. It's not me, it's you.

Girlfriends

It's kind of amazing (and by that I mean weird and uncomfortable) that I can hang out with several of my ex-girlfriends at a time, especially since I've never actually had a girlfriend at all (not unless you count That Girl in high school, but everyone knows that your first romantic encounter is a mess and that you end up thinking it more important than it really is).
I think the issue there is just that I'm afraid of the word "girlfriend." You know how when you start dating someone, all of your friends want to call her your girlfriend, but every time they say it, you start to feel sick to your stomach and need to point out that "She's not my girlfriend." And then you panic and break up with her before something serious happens.
Well, I just don't quite get the same feeling with the term "ex-girlfriend", so I'm ok with that being thrown around to describe my previous love-interests. So the girls with me just go straight from normal friends to ex-girlfriends, with this weird, awkward stage in the middle. (I didn't do very well in Chemistry, but I think that's what plasma was.)
Maybe everyone has that issue and they just don't actually hang out with their ex's. I guess normal people hate each other when they break up. Maybe people don't really mean it when they say "Let's just be friends," but I always pretend that they do.

Smooth

Remember that girl that next-semestered me? Well, I didn't tell this story, but I decided to take her up on the offer this semester, and we went out a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, when my opinionated side came out it kind of rubbed her the wrong way and it was a pretty awkward date.
So yesterday I saw her in the Talmage building and she didn't even look at me. She did one of those things where you look at the ground and pretend that you didn't know that person was there.

That's so cute... What's your name again?

There's a girl in my ward that I'm rather fond of, and her roommate plays soccer with us, so I've been going over there rather frequently to invite the roommate to soccer practices and remind her of the games in hopes that I'd be able to talk to this girl that I like. Last night I went over there and the girl I liked wasn't there, so I was sitting around talking with the soccer roommate. Then the girl came home, and when she walked in the door she looked around, and went back to her room without talking to anyone, and didn't come back out. Have I been successful in giving the wrong impression about which roommate I'm interested in?

The Universe

I'm pleased to announce that the universe is on its way back to making sense again, as problem #1 has been remedied. I'll start posting again now.

Breaking up

The universe is falling apart. Let me explain:

1. The two most perfect people that I know are in my ward, and they've been dating and everything was beautiful until they unexpectedly broke up. I know its not really any of my business, and so this is kind of stupid, but I feel kind of heartbroken about it. I mean, for one thing, the guy is a friend of mine and I'm sad that it didn't work out for him, but there's more than just empathy going on here: If these two can't make it work out, then what chance do us normal people have?
   
2. The elders' quorum broke up. They split it and made two quorums. I'm not an expert on this, but my understanding is that the upper limit on and elders' quorum is 96 members. Well, I figure that there are a maximum of 24 guys in my building, plus 4 in Continental, so there would have to be 68 guys in the condos and out of ward boundaries to have enough to really split the quorum. What are they thinking?
   
3. Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston are getting a divorce.

Do I need more evidence? The world is coming to an end.

A Three

I called the girl that I was supposed to go out with tonight, and she told me that she couldn't because she was too busy studying, and that I should call her next semester. She might as well have told me that her hair is so long now that it takes a few weeks to wash it. I deleted her number from phone. Boy, she'll be sorry come next semester.

Accidental Dating

My roommate is really good friends with this girl in the ward, and they studied together for the LSAT and everything, and they spend a lot of time together. She really likes him, but he's not interested in her as more than a friend. Well last night she was over and I asked her if she wanted to go to Final Cut with us tonight, thinking that I'd help my roommate out (against his will) by getting her to come along. Only I forgot a key phrase when I was inviting her: "with us." I think I accidentally asked her out. I hate when that happens.

So I went out with this girl on Saturday last week and she lives in Glenwood, so I thought it would be fun if we painted on her walls. Well, we did, and today I saw her and I'm not sure I've ever had the cold shoulder like that before. She said that she got in trouble with management and then she didn't even look at me more after that. I think she hates me. Here's what we did to her wall, so you can see if it was worth it or not.

• Rachel's wall
• Her neighbor's wall
• Ingrid's wall