I guess not, no

So it seems there are no dancers out there. At least none off the top of your heads. Well, please do keep me in mind if you come across any followers (the girl's part, usually, in dancing).

Also please do keep me in mind for anyone looking for a tennis partner in NYC or a blind date. I promise to try to act like a gentleman.

On another note, when I get down or depressed, I start journaling (the more masculine way to refer to a diary). I write pages and pages and pages, usually hoping to get my feelings and thoughts out of my brain and onto paper instead. It usually works, or at least it seems to speed up recovery.

If I ever get famous, though, and someone finds my journals (perhaps posthumously, so I can't give a personal accounting), people will think that I only thought sad thoughts, and conclude that I must have been suicidal for most of my life.

The truth is, I'm not suicidal (at least I don't think I am), but I am often melancholy. I think it's been part of my temperament ever since middle school. Strange thing is, my parents tell me that as a baby and toddler, I was the happiest, most outgoing baby they have ever seen. I wonder what happened?

I'm realizing after reading what I wrote that the latter part of this post does not provide much faith in myself as a fun blind date. I assure you, I can be quite entertaining after a few drinks.