For What It's Worth...

...I don't take my own advice.

I'm seeing the girl who disappeared for a week.  So far, so awesome.

We'll see what transpires,  I guess, but I'm enjoying it while it lasts.

Lessons in Sketch

First, let me give myself plaudits for the physical attributes of the women I've been dating.  I am definitely attracting beautiful women.  Yay for me.

However, I've not allowed their stunning looks to override my male intuition.  Yay for me, again.

Two lessons I've learned:

1.  "I've never dated anyone like you.  You're so hot.  You look like that guy who plays Kirk in the new Star Trek.  My friends say you're a keeper.  Etcetera."

....when they say that, it may be time to run.  Because when I don't, they do it first.  Honestly, though, it's probably my fault.  These compliments are soon followed by daily calls to "come over and hang out," and "hey what are u doing?" to which, I'm ashamed to admit, I fail to say "No." and "I'm busy."

I seem to forget the availability kills mystery - and killing mystery (at ANY point in the relationship) kills everything.

2.  At the first sign of sketchiness - run.

I dated a girl twice and she disappeared for a month.  For some reason, I decided to call her again after that month - and we dated for the next 4 months.  Seems great, right?  Except it turned out she was a totally self-absorbed young woman - a fact made evident when she disappeared the first time (she blamed that on me, by the way).

I dated another girl who did something similar - she was all over me, then disappeared only to come back when she found out I was behind a bar again.  That was a fire-filled two weeks of receiving constant texts, pictures, hanging out and fooling around...   followed by a swift disappearance.

If I had just paid attention to the signs in the beginning, I'd have saved myself trouble.

Next time maybe I'll learn.

Back? Why not!

Hi Team...  Team!

I'm back for a quick post.  Lots has changed - I'm in Houston now in an awesome new apartment with a great new job - and almost done with graduate school.  I'm 26 now.  Getting...  old.

Living in the "Big" city has changed things.  Women are different here.  This is what I've learned in the past six months of dating:

1.  It's not worth waiting 5 1/2 months for a commitment from a woman.  Or for sex, for that matter.  I turned down a whole bunch of opportunity for a girl who ended up being a waste of time.

2.  When a girl says "Don't be mad at me if I disappear for two weeks..."  Well, don't be surprised if she disappears.  Literally.

Other than that, in addition to my corporate slavery and academic pursuits - I is back behind a bar, slingin' drinks.

Best,

Parad0x

John Mayer

Saw him in Dallas this weekend - SUPER epic.

 

John Mayer, it's official - you have now gotten me laid more than anyone else has, ever.

 

Even myself.

Roald Dahl

With the recent passing of his wife have come some interesting tales of Roald Dahl - you may remember him as the author of James and the Giant Peach and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. 

 

He seems to have suffered several bouts of bad luck.  I've excerpted the most chilling part of the story I read today, a description of the day his young daughter passed:

 

Awful drive. Lorries kept holding us up on narrow roads. Got to hospital. Ambulance went to wrong entrance. Backed out. Arrived. Young doctor in charge. Mervyn and he gave her 3mg sodium amatol. I sat in hall. Smoked. Felt frozen. A small single bar electric fire on wall. An old man in next room. Woman doctor went to phone. She was trying urgently to locate another doctor. He arrived. I went in. Olivia lying quietly. Still unconscious. She has an even chance, doctor said. They had tapped her spine. Not meningitis. It's encephalitis. Mervyn left in my car. I stayed. Pat arrived and went in to see Olivia. Kissed her. Spoke to her. Still unconscious. I went in. I said, "Olivia… Olivia." She raised her head slightly off pillow. Sister said don't. I went out. We drank whiskey. I told doctor to consult experts. Call anyone. He called a man in Oxford. I listened. Instructions were given. Not much could be done. I first said I would stay on. Then I said I'd go back with Pat. Went. Arrived home. Called Philip Evans. He called hospital. Called me back. "Shall I come?" "Yes please." I said I'd tell hospital he was coming. I called. Doc thought I was Evans. He said I'm afraid she's worse. I got in the car. Got to hospital. Walked in. Two doctors advanced on me from waiting room. How is she? I'm afraid it's too late. I went into her room. Sheet was over her. Doctor said to nurse go out. Leave him alone. I kissed her. She was warm. I went out. "She is warm." I said to doctors in hall, "Why is she so warm?" "Of course," he said. I left.

 

If you've had any interest in the man or his writings I recommend you read the rest of the article here.