Jolt Country

For those of you desperate enough for entertainment to still like these threads, I've finagled the first NON-DATE with Milov!

That's right. Sunday night. A lovely, elegant dinner (I won't tell you where we're going, but it rhymes with "Mooth's Briss"), and then a movie afterwards (her idea!)

And because we're coworkers, and both insecure head cases, nobody has broached the idea of this actually being a date! It's just dinner (a GREAT dinner) and a movie!

We are quite the pair.

We'll probably end up getting married and having kids without ever acknowledging the fact that we know each other.

Alright. I'm into her now.

Wasn't sure before, now it's on.

Why do I keep writing this shit here? It's just fuel for your fire.

Well, the kids seem to enjoy it.

You seem to think 'being into her' was some final hurdle into knowing that this hopeless pursuit was the right thing to do. Have you ever wondered, like, WHY you're into these unrequited relationships and women that might be a fun hang out person, but who never return feelings? And why it's ok as long as you're 'into' them, thus blocking your emotions for any future woman you may meet until you move again? Jesus why do I waste time typing all this shit out, when you can't even be bothered to do more than hint around at dates, and never even say what happened?

But hey, you're 'into' her now, so it's ok to suffer.

Vitriola wrote:You seem to think 'being into her' was some final hurdle into knowing that this hopeless pursuit was the right thing to do.

Wh-- I... What?

Have you ever wondered, like, WHY you're into these unrequited relationships and women that might be a fun hang out person, but who never return feelings?

...I... uhh. Have I wondered why? WHY? From time to time, sure. I always assumed there was a good reason for it, though.

And why it's ok as long as you're 'into' them, thus blocking your emotions for any future woman you may meet until you move again?

Blocking... I... what? No. What? And I'm not moving again.

Jesus why do I waste time typing all this shit out, when you can't even be bothered to do more than hint around at dates, and never even say what happened?

But- wait, I...

Sheesh, excuse me for living!

But hey, you're 'into' her now, so it's ok to suffer.

Just trying to drum up a little conversation. Jump all over me for it, alright?

(No, seriously...)

If someone doesn't seem to be into YOU, it might be a good idea, in the future, to not let youself get into THEM. Because then, you won't date other women, or, if you do, won't give a shit about any of them, even the ones that like you.

Ohhh, she's into me. She's just afraid to show it.

Well, this was all very silly.

I'm glad we've been able to move on.

The important thing is that you're moving in a positive new direction for the latter half of 2006. I'm happy for you, pal.

Should I do another one?

Or maybe wait a few days.

No, no... do it when you're *ready*.

But I need to tell everyone else that the new one involves Galaga.

That's true. This has now become Galaga-related.

Actually, this is very dangerous, because if this goes pear-shaped, then it also has the potential to ruin Galaga for me.

And that just ain't right.

Now pinback's dating pear shaped women? I guess the positive is that I read that pear shaped women live longer than apple shaped ones.

I'm pair shaped and a size 7. Where were y'all going with this?

pair shaped

"Hehehehehehe." - Peter Griffin.

Now, I will tell you a short story which is that my date for Saturday tells me today she's coming down with a cold, BUT since her immune system is so off-the-charts high, she'll be right as rain come Saturday. Which reminded me of another story.

So, as Bill Cosby once said, I told you that story to tell you this one:

Trask's good buddy, and by relation, my kind-of buddy Mikey, he was never all that great with the ladies. Sweetheart of a guy, nobody could dislike him, but for whatever reason, he just couldn't seem to make it happen with the womenfolk.

One weekend he throws a party at his place. This was about, Jesus, 7, 8 years ago. It is well-attended, and everyone (including myself, from what I can remember) has a hell of a good time.

Turns out Mikey's feeling his oats this particular evening, and manages to actually hit it off with a fetching young lass. They talk the night away. They can hear the bells are ringing joyful and triumphant. And Mikey gets up the stones to ask (in person, not via IM, mind you, because IM had barely been invented) her to go out with him the following weekend.

To all of our great wonder and joy, she accepts.

Way to go, Mikey. Finally, things were turning around for the poor boy.

Mikey, man. Great guy. He deserved it, too, after all the shit he's gone through.



About Wednesday or Thursday of that week, a scant handful of hours before his first date in ages, we get the news that she has suffered an asthma attack in her friend's car and DIED ON THE FUCKING SPOT.

I'll tell you as long as you'll listen to me about my bad luck with dating.


But that one still, and for always, takes the cake.



I just call out to the gods that my own little filly is able to hold on, just another 48 hours. 50, if things go well.





Let us pray.

Vitriola wrote:pair shaped

I hadn't even had any booze. I don't quite know what to say.

Vitriola wrote:I'm pair shaped and a size 7. Where were y'all going with this?

Sorry, I've always thought of pear shaped as describing the overweight ones - I wouldn't use that term for you.

She could have ballooned in sunny Colorado, ya never know.

co wrote:

Vitriola wrote:I'm pair shaped and a size 7. Where were y'all going with this?

Sorry, I've always thought of pear shaped as describing the overweight ones - I wouldn't use that term for you.

Yeah, I thought "hourglass shape" was the one certain guys were looking for and "pear shaped" meant your rump was larger than what you had going on upstairs.

There are real medical differences between women that are, or could be, pear shaped and apple shaped. It just means where you did or WOULD gain weight first. I get it downstairs, while my arms remain tiny little sticks. One of them has a greater chance of heart disease, for example.

Here's a link.