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When I’m not running around campus, reading books for school, or drinking excessively with my friends, I’ve been finding myself in the crosshairs of various femme fatales. Some are truly intriguing prospects with a lot of potential to become something more, when we both decide to jump for it. Others are just casual flings–usually by their own request–and vary in seriousness; they are absolutely indispensable, though, as it’s always nice to have a warm body next to you on cold winter nights (bonus points if this warm body is attractive and female). Others still are just novelty items, present only to provide material for a book that I’d like to one day write but will most likely never get around to.

Two females have been rather predominant lately, though. The first is one that I’ve been seeing for about two months now. Initially started under the precepts of a “casual” relationship, it’s feeling more and more serious. It doesn’t help that we spend several nights of the week together or that I’ve met her parents. I’m struggling to keep the emotional foundations of a “casual” relationship in place while playing out everything I’m used to in a fairly serious relationship. Her head still isn’t entirely in the game, though, and I’m not getting everything that I would expect from even a casual relationship. I pulled out all the stops on V-Day, though, and was fairly extravagant. Now the countdown begins: if things don’t start improving soon, I’ve resolved to pull out within 30 days.

The other predominant presence is a fairly new occurrence. After approaching her in a cafe as she smiled incessantly at me for half an hour, I learned that she was a helicopter mechanic. And she writes poetry. And she’s beautiful. Needless to say, she got my number. We set up a date and went out last weekend: best first date I’ve ever had, bar none. She’s smart, attractive, well-traveled, and has a perspective on life fairly unique within my age group–she also kicked my ass at pool, air hockey, and ping-pong. The kicker: she has a five-month-old daughter. Yikes! I haven’t discounted her entirely, but I’m not sure that I’m ready to make a jump like that. I love kids and could see myself parenting a kid with a fair bit of frenetic grace. Still, that’s a heavy thing to deal with.

There are various other prospects and potentialities that float around. Women are falling out of the sky and into my lap. But I’d trade all of it–all of it–for one girl that I could really relate to.