CAT

7/10/99 Alright! That's it! No more red-heads! They're bad for my health. I recently became involved with a girl that I will call Cat. Not only did I become involved with her, but I fell totally in love with her (as I have a really bad tendancy of doing). We met on AOL (yes again... and yes, I have already received the lectures from my friends about it) and got to know each other really fast (again, another bad habit). Well, so anyhow, we started dating. She is a dancer (ballet, jazz, tap, lyrical, etc) and VERY good. I'm convinced that she is going to be famous someday. I can honestly say that she is the most beautiful girl that I have ever had the pleasure of dating. Unfortunately, things started to fall apart. I think she was too young for a relationship of the caliber that I'm looking for (she was 18 - I was 24 at the time). And, because of her age difference, her family really didn't approve of me. They were nice to me when I was around and to my knowledge there were only a few instances of talk behind my back (some of which really had me angered).

After about 5 months, we were having a number of problems. I don't know if it was me, or if was her, or what it was. I know it must have been hard for her to live under the ridicule of her family. I went through that once with my ex-wife, as you've probably already read by now, and it's a bitch. When we finally broke up, I wasn't happy and she wasn't happy. I found out later that I was just depressed. Ok, a little more than depressed. I was, very shortly after our breakup, diagnosed with severe clinical depression. I don't know where it came from, but I suspect it was job related (as I did feel better when I quit). It would be nice if now that my life is straightened out, we could give it another shot... maybe down the road when she's older and knows herself more. But, like I said, no more red-heads!