Well, the plan for socialization continues apace. The cinema was natch uneventful, and today, there was more evidence that the Maedchen and I could be on the same page, shenanigans wise. I just don't know! Dem bitchez are straight inscrutable, at least to me. So I'm going to lapse into pathetic analysis mode. It is not often I feel a rapport with people, that I connect with them, especially new people. And when I do, I tend not to to such an extent as I am doing. I like talking to her. But ------------ how do I know this isn't just normal sociality, the product of a social girl misinterpreted by an unsocial man. Time, I guess, will tell. It's interesting, I seem to be at a similar crossroads to the one I was at before coming back to university. There is a future progression, or rather there will be. Will what I perceive to be there prove in fact not to be and to never have been, and will these days buoyed by a concrete as opposed to an abstract hope be looked upon ruefully?
There is an objective psychological fact of the matter at the moment, in her brain, which is in fact most likely located at present 2 floors above me. Do her thoughts turn mewards, as mine herwards? Or is it horrendous to say just a figment of my unschooled imagination: is there concretely nothing in her neurons pertaining to me? This, I guess, is living. I was going to say it would be more lively had I a better set from which to make my inductions, but that's probably not the case. This is living. Weird to be human, to be moved so much by potential fictions: to be so thoroughly rent with possibility.
But back to more pragmatic concerns. The main thing now is to get her number, arrange some sort of meet, some sort of out of school thing. It is possible and necessary to do this without giving the game away, without exposing myself to rejection. Ultimately perhaps the time will come for such exposure. Am I ready for it?
I'm not generally a negative person, but I'd like to end on a suckingly negative subjunctive exclamatory phrase: oh that her neurons might not be firing!

Oh that I were fey! Should it not be am I fey? Are all these perorations fey?

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