The One

Sorry, kid. You got the gift, but it looks like you're waiting for something. 

--the Oracle

My ten interested girls became 5 in real life, and then 3 after one round of dates, and now its approaching zero.  Of those final three, one of them appears to be rejecting me.  It was confused at first, and spent even more time thinking about her, because her actions didn't match her words at all.  But actions never lie, and I think I've lost her, which totally sucks ass because she loves wearing corsets.  In fact, I took her to see Harry Potter and she wore a corset.  I like that whole situation.  So, that's what I could have had.  The other two...one was never interested in anything long term, and the last one...probably isn't interested in anything long term either.  Can't really tell though, she's pretty chill.

I'm not all that worried, though.  Imagine if you are trapped underwater and unable to breathe for a few years, and all of a sudden you can breathe for a bit.  Its nice.

The dates have been absolutely exhausting.  I've been overtaxing a part of mind that is almost never used, and I reached a point last thursday where I was sitting at my desk in our "team room" at work (which is really a poorly-repurposed conference room) trying to ignore my obnoxious workmates playing a very loud game of darts, and suddenly I couldn't take it anymore.  I had to leave.  I went home and was completely unproductive:  I watched TV and played old games like Half-Life by myself.  I couldn't even summon the energy to play starcraft. 

Starcraft takes a lot of energy.  Typical games are like a half hour of furious concentration, mostly because the poor interface forces you, the commander, to micromanage everything while you fight the battles.  Koreans seem to like it that way.  I've been trying to get better, but often after an hour or two of jackasses showing up at the rear of my bases with two cloacked banshees that I should have countered, or zerg rushes getting into my base because I forgot to raise the supply depots, or a hundred of other dumb outcomes, I get tired of it and find something else to do.  Playing with friends has actually been the most fun, but I'm in dire need of improvement to my mid-game, and it seems like a waste of two-to-four people's time if I keep playing with them without practicing.

One of the girls I play volleyball with is kind of hot, but she is already dating someone new, and judging by the way he looks...I apparently need to start going to a gym.  I actually made the decision to join a gym weeks ago, mostly because its the last thing I need to sort of..."fix" about myself...the last sort of force multiplier I feel that I need when it comes to dating, however I've been dragging my feet on implementation for lack of time and energy.  It will happen eventually.  Oh, but anyway, so she and her friends invited me out to dinner.  Etheopian food.  I showed up on time, waited for a bit, sent a text, waited at the bar, got two drinks and left after half an hour.  On my way out I realized they were in a section of the restaurant that I didn't know existed.  So that was awesome.  The next day I played volleyball with them and realized that they had met half of these people on meetup.com.  That website might not be a complete waste of time if you're looking for friends.

The sportbike is awesome.  The clutch and the backwards shifter are taking some getting used to.  Also it had so much power that when I begin to open up the throttle it feels like the bike is about to fly out from under me--and it nearly did once or twice.  Damn powerful.  I'm gonna need to spend a lot of time on that bike before I can take a rider.  Additionally, I need to weigh more.  Like another 20 pounds would be good.  See the paragraph about the gym.


My fear of cops has been replaced by anger.  I was heading somewhere some night, and there was a cop in one of the left lanes, slowing everyone down.  I remember getting angry and wishing he would pull me over and stop fucking up everyone elses commute.  I need to know how fast their cars can go, and I need to learn how to disable the speed limiter of American vehicles.  Although...it won't help me much unless I install bigger sway bars.  We'll see.