Chatting with my friend on IM led to him saying, "I did not realize you dont like blonds, you spent a long time cuddling with one at the spearmint rhino."
This amazes me for a lot of reasons. I mean my friend has only been to Las Vegas a couple of times, so I'm sure his going to the Spearmint Rhino is more memorable than the blur of times I've been. It's kind of amazing that he remembered the type of girl *I* was hanging out with, though.
My response is that what a woman looks like is not as important to me as what she says and does.
Speaking of women, I kind of have a new writing assignment. The man I've been dating....
What?
Well I was thinking about it, sure I could just say "my friend" or whatever, but really what I decided was that I'm not very fond of euphemisms. And I think "dating" is a euphemism for hanging out and hoping for sex. So in that regard, I'm NOT dating this guy, unless you count that we both would rather be having sex with some nice woman than hanging out with each other, but that's only because rarity breeds value. If you take away the sex part though, you could say I'm dating my friend. Today we had a TV date where I watched Dexter (I have a habit of checking to see where my links go...I noticed that Dexter here on E2 currently has a writeup where it mentions a third book is in the works. Let me say that I read all three books, the first two were excellent and then he jumps a big laser beam headed shark in book three, if you ask me, do not read further than book two) and then we watched Nurse Jackie and United States of Tara.
John Lithgow is amazing. As was the season 2 opener of Nurse Jackie. If Edie Falco was only a twenty something Asian woman, no one I know could possibly have any complaints about this show.
So my "date" ends, I don't want to go into the details, but suffice to say I didn't want to go home. I decided to see if possibly the most amazing waitress I know was working. The place she works is conveniently located between my house and my friends, so I stopped on in.
Short story not spiced up at all, (sometimes you should just use a cliche expression like "long story short" even if it's not accurate) I went to leave and told her I was off to blog. She asked what I blog about and I then suggested I write about how amazing she was. Then she told me to print it out and show it to her. I cleverly disguised the fact I don't have a printer by getting her e-mail so I could send her a link. Obviously it's not so clever, anymore.
She is amazing. From the first time she served me, when she fully admitted that she was the one who forgot to order my burger with no tomato, to this last time when she gives me her email she obviously set up when she was 12. Amazing. She loaned me not one, but two books. Amazing.
I'm the kind of guy who is all about TMI. No one really wants to hear about my clone, or when I stopped feeling guilty about masturbating growing up, or pretty much anything I can (and frequently do) think up that's a little weird. So if I were to describe how this woman physically looks, well I don't want to sound negative, but no good could come of it. Even if you are fascinated with what goes on in the minds of men, using a specific woman as example of all the little details I file away can only serve as further testimony to just how creepy I can be. "I don't have any boundaries, that's my problem." --Margene from Big Love. Let me just condense it down to a nice little line.
She looks amazing too.
But most amazing of all is how she shattered so much of my bitterness. I was trying to be as rational as I could one night explaining how I thought women were all basically looking for things I couldn't provide currently. I could be wrong, but it seemed to me she was genuinely annoyed at someone making generalizations about women. As if I was trying to put her in a box. Amazing.
Maybe I was just projecting, and maybe that was just a response to her saying at one point, "You are worse than me right now...so jaded," but I didn't get the message of how bad I was, but rather the message that she thought herself bad.
So there you go. On to another writing assignment.
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Mr. Positive says I should write about games. He knows what I love. Interaction Junkie, I tell you. If Mr. Positive or jeep were on right now I'd be playing Dominion instead of writing this blog. Dominion is a card game that Rio Grande Games put out in 2008 that I can play with my friends online thanks to Brettspielwelt. Literally, "Brett's Game World" in German, I have described Brettspielwelt (or BSW) as the best thing on the internet. I've played so much Dominion, Puerto Rico, Carcassonne, Ra and my all time favorite, Caylus and it's all completely free. I've heard (complete hearsay) that games actually pay to be on BSW, and it is good advertising. My friends own Ra, and they started playing it because of BSW.
Mr. P. gave me what amounted to a pretty grandiose assignment. The question was basically if games were going to save the world or destroy it. I wanted to talk about the dream, though.
Back in the day when Magic: The Gathering only had a handful of expansions and Richard Garfield taught my friends and I how to play Robo Rally, Mr. Garfield had a dream. He dreamed the gaming industry would surpass the movie industry. When console gaming did exactly that, I wondered if Mr. Garfield counted "single player games." He seemed to like interaction.
I mention all this because pretty much every time I play Dominion with jeep these days, we use Skype to talk while we play. The joking and talking about the games is almost as good as the games themselves. Basically I think technology has gotten to the point where you can have a great time playing games online with your friends. Is it as good as live gaming? Well certainly not having to shuffle a million times during the course of a Dominion game is nice. You can't accidentally cheat when playing an online game. There are what we call "tech errors" that are annoying. These are mistakes caused by clicking the wrong thing that makes a move that would just never happen in real life.
One of the articles Mr. P. showed me led me to read another article about gaming where it talked about how console gaming had the social advantage over computers because you could sit on the couch with your friends and play. I've never owned a console besides the original Atarii my parents bought us for Christmas so long ago, but I've played Legend of Zelda and heads up Tetris with people on their systems. It is nice and fun and social. There is the interaction that I love so much.
I love interaction so much I don't think I need games, or sex, or any specific type of interaction. It's all good. So thank you for your feedback, thank you for your writing assignments, and thanks ever so much for all the sex.
I just have one more question: Do you think if the waitress started reading this she made it through all that crap about gaming to get here where I mention her again?