I’m indifferent, and it isn’t any fun. I’ve had, or rather I’ve progressed through, a various number of tactics for courting women since the first day I decided I was the kind of person that courted women. Right now, I couldn’t give a shit either way if I am of interest to the women I am interested in. I make plans with them, and the message has been told to my face and my brain that I am no longer the sort of person who is easily impressed by the appearance of infatuation nor dismay in others. But, to be honest, I haven’t really gotten the chance to show my new-found disposition. I’ve been stood up a few times, and the fact that I have some reaction to that worries me that I haven’t been practicing enough. That I have interest in these girls after all. But this mustn’t be interest, what I’m feeling, because there is nothing interesting about it.