Lack Of Colour

if you feel discouraged
when there's a lack of color here
please don't worry, lover
it's really bursting at the seams
absorbing everything
the spectrum's A to Z

-- Death Cab for Cutie

Today, the world might as well be in black and white. I see smiling faces with no connection to smiling hearts. Smiles, hugs, and small talk with those who might as well be strangers. A bustling intersection out the window; cars spewing every which way to no avail.

This university is a big pond with lots of neurotic, stressed-out, insecure, hyperactive fish.

Number by Color

I've discovered the hidden pattern to my dating life.

It's color-coded.

The girls with whom I have significant friendships can be generally divided into two categories: the quasi-blondes, and the quasi-brunettes. The former find me attractive, while I'm attracted to the latter.

I can't figure out whether it's my subconscious hair color preference, or coincidence, but the figures are pretty compelling. Marjorie, Mindie, Natasha, and Chloe are all blondes, while Jill and Lauren lean more toward brunetteish-ness. Although... hmm... there are a few darker-skinned brunettes who throw that simple distinction for a loop. Maybe a slightly more complex system is necessary. Let's see...

Blondes: They initially dislike me, but eventually we get to talking usually on the phone, and we become fast friends. Eventually, they want to be more than friends, but for a variety of reasons, I've always put the kibosh on that.

Fair-skinned brunettes: Jill and Lauren.

Dark-skinned brunettes: They like me immediately, but they're flirty enough that I never really take the time to get to know them. Eventually, they go away.

Hmm, I wonder where a redhead would fit into the picture...