I have realised in the past 2 days walking around Edinburgh that I am quite well known. I meet people at random things and then forget them. They, however, do not forget me. Perhaps because I'm a largeish figure in the martial arts part of the uni (and also one half of an 'inter-martial arts couple' in 2nd year... I do feel sometimes when I meet people that I am "Ian's ex"), perhaps because I have an arch-nemesis who advertises to anyone who'll listen that I'm trying to steal her boyfriend (who, by the way, was Ian's flatmate at the time of our relationship), perhaps because I have strangely coloured hair, perhaps because I am slightly loud.

At any rate, while the popularity is flattering, it is also slightly scary. I have sudden fears of facebook stalkage though I have no fears of general stalkage... I live too far away for anybody to be bothered stalking.

In other news, I've actually gotten quite fond of guy who asked me out. Not in an overly fond kind of way, just in a "hey, you're funny and intelligent! Talk to me some more" kind of way. I'm glad he took the risks to his pride involved in 1) Trying to get to know me and 2) Giving me a choice and a way to keep in touch. As for me, I guess the only risk I took was the risk that he could be some crazy dude. Working in the Princeton English Department. Well... it is still a risk. There is also the "this guy is lame, why does he keep on talking to me?" risk. But that can be easily solved by IM blockage. So I guess the score in risk-taking and general bravery is Him: 2 Me: 1/2. Not looking good there.