Women have powers far beyond that of mortal men. "They can possess a man's mind so, that he would be willing to die for them." I give my roommate major credit.

Every guy, whether he admits it to others or not, has his one girl. The one he uses as a yard stick and measures every other against. I've talked about this before; about "Beatrice". Ryan was just a bad ass and took the next step. I find it impossible to say without coming off as condescending, but I'm proud of him. He not only found her, and befriended her, but took the chance and won.

And all of a sudden I feel an array of things. First and foremost, I am happy for him. And also for her. Both deserve each other, and I've never seen him this happy. But I would be remiss if I didn't mention the less admiral emotions as well. A bit of jealousy, a bit of envy. Things I had thought to be synonymous before. I am jealous of my roommate, as silly as it sounds. Sort of a prior claim. "He was mine first." I am envyous of them. Something about the pure happiness that wants both to be seen and left alone. Watching the dance, I almost want to cut in. And then I guess there's a little bit of self-pity. None of these three are enough to be relevent, but they're still there.

It's a little strange. There are so many girls around campus. I'd almost become desensitized to it. Every day, everywhere I turn. I'd gotten use to being happily single because no one close around was anything else. I don't so much want anybody, as I want that particular somebody. I've just got to figure out where she is.

Not someone to date, nor to kiss, nor to hold. Just to laugh with as often as I'd like. I want to dance...