She is probably one of the smartest people I've met. I've gone with her into the Geology classroom in some of our freetime (yes, she goes into class for fun), and just her knowledge about everything is amazing. She's a TA for Geology, but she's studying Marine Biology in Anchorage starting next month. Her knowledge of animals is also outstanding. We were talking about how Cheetahs just recently got put on the endangered species list and she went on about a ten-minute long shpiel on a whole bunch of facts about cheetahs-they're habits, average length, what kind of teeth they have, how long they can run at full speed (200 yards at 71 mph if you're interested). It just blew my mind.
One of the first things she told me about herself is that she suffers from depression. Being someone who also suffers from depression (although undiagnosed), I could definitely relate to this.
This all started out by us talking after class every once in a while, then we exchanged numbers and started texting. One night, we went out to dinner at Panera (I found out she's a vegetarian which is a first for me) and then I suggested that we go see a movie.
After the movie, we went and sat in my car and talked for a couple hours. This was someone who I could talk about anything with and I won't go into some of the things we did talk about because they are very private, but I have never gotten this close, emotionally, to anyone before.
After our talk, we found out that we are both interested in musical theater, and the strangest of things, we started singing together in my car. So weird. And this eventually led to us making out pretty heavily in the front seat.
I'm sure you might be wondering, but how are you single right now? Wouldn't this break the rules of your blog?
Well, here's the thing. She has a boyfriend. They've been dating 2 years.
Now, normally, I would feel bad about this kind of thing, but she visited her psychiatrist last week. Basically what her doctor told her is that her boyfriend is the root cause of most of her depression. I take it he's a good guy, but just dumps a whole bunch of shit on her and does not do much to help her out emotionally. She doesn't need that, and I think I can be better for her.
I have a hard time feeling guilty when I think it's better for her. Maybe I'm a jerk in that way, but I like this girl very much, and I am not ready to give up yet.
