Craziness . . . The tables turned again.
On Tuesday I had a club meeting with the goth gal. Afterwords, I offered her a ride back to her dorm, but she declined and got a ride from another club member instead (a club member who has a girlfriend). (I hate driving anyway. I'm a cyclist.) I've still never got the chance to talk with her alone and in person. Someone else is always there, or it's online so I can't see her face. Sometimes I'd just like to ask her how her day has been, or ask what would motivate someone so pretty to carve such deep wounds into her arm. It's probably none of my *** business anyway. After all, how could a goofy hip-hop b-boy like me ever comfort a dark somber metal-head like her?
When she got in that car and left, that got me feeling down, and just so ... powerless, so I scribbled this down right then&there, and threw in some photoshop color later that night.
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There's lots of glaring artistic errors, but this isn't meant for show. It's just to capture the moment. Yes, I look like I stepped off the set of an 80's music video, but I was actually dressed like that at the time.
So here's the flipside...
On Wednesday evening, I went to a senior project presentation by my activist lady-friend (mentioned at the beginning of the thread). I came in during a documentary showing. She seemed really excited to see me, and pulled up a chair for me right next to hers. After the presentation, I found out that she WILL be in town for the summer, and she told me to keep in touch.
So now I'm back to the planning phase, trying to figure out if there's something I can do for her ... maybe coffee or a concert.
Don't think me disingenuous for switching sides (again). I've known both women for several months now, so I'd be willing to do favors to help either one, and I'm not a cheater because nothing has happened with either one yet. Still, the confusion has got my heart tied in knots.
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