In the manner of Where-Are-They-Now television shows, I will update you on what happened to my Number One Interest of Friday, August 26.
Today, the funniest thing happened. I went to get water at the drinking fountain and I saw him. He was wearing a nice sweater. I'm a sucker for sweaters. Somehow his face struck me in a new way. I realized that I had completely forgotten about him during the week that I hadn't seen him. It must be said that he gave me a ride a week ago, but between then and now, I had somehow completely forgotten that he even existed, and yet, there he was again, wearing a sweater.
My interest in him can now be safely put at 0.25. There was a time that he definitely dipped into the negatives. He invited me to his house for a barbeque and when I asked what I could bring, he said, "cute roommates." At that point, he descended to a -3.
Since then, I suppose that he gradually rose to at least completely neutral: 0. I only rank him at 0.25 right now not because there's a tiny bit of interest, but because I know that if he were interested in me, I'd give it a go, as opposed to other men, who if they were interested in me, I'd quash their little hopes and dreams unsympathetically.
Today, a friend of mine told me that she could be interested in my Number Zero-Point-Two-Five Interest. Territoriality is not something that we women practice when we're talking about interests that are below one, so she's good to go. To think! She was jealous of me for having been invited to the barbeque. If only she had been a roommate of mine, I could have brought her as an offering.