Not really sure why, but it seemed an appropriate image. I've been contemplating the concept of a relationship. Nah, that's too pretentious. I've been thinking about dating lately. Mostly whether or not to do it, much less how to go about such an endeavor. I guess I'll just be pretentious tonight. Y'all can just deal. I suppose I have prospects. I mean, as much as I enjoy self-deprecation, I have to be honest. Women seem to be interested in me. I couldn't tell you why, so I shan't try to worry about it. So I have prospects. The second question is: do I have the time? I haven't during the semester, but that's only because I refused to make the time. If I really wanted to, I could certainly make the time. So that's not really an obstacle either. Are there women I'd be interested in as well as they being interested in me? There seem to be some, yes. But part of the problem is how much pressure I seem to put on myself when it comes to relationships. Maybe I should follow the advice of a friend and just have a relationship with no expectations of success or failure. Just date to date without trying to figure out if it would work first. I suppose it's entirely possible that given the time and energy just about any relationship could eventually work. Now I just need to grow some balls and ask someone out, eh?
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