Journal perfessor multigeek's Journal: Yes, I Reluctantly Concede That I Have Good News 11
I figure that since you folks have slogged through so much of my vitriol-spewing bad news, you have reason to see a bit of good stuff.
For quite a while I've been spending my Saturdays at one of my client's, trying to keep the encroaching chaos in her life to a managable range. This past few months I've been having an assistant of mine handle much of it to free up my schedule. This is driving my poor assistant nuts.
So a few Saturdays back I left her entirely on her own while I dealt with another headache. My assistant and I wrench ourselves free of our respective concerns at about 6:00 P.M. and I look for somewhere to go to talk her down from her "why can't this ever just make sense!" anxiety with a few hours of mixed venting and reminders that if a client's life made sense that what would the client need us for? I suggest a bar on 11th that I know is sure to be abandoned at that hour on such a miserable day, we head over there and hang out.
A few hours later we're both feeling better and I notice a cute girl at the bar. I head over, we start talking, and well, I pretty much abandon my assistant who sits over on a sofa and waits for me to return with my drink. It probably helps that my assistant is about five-one, very cute and generally serves as a good, solid "he must be okay, she seems nice" recommendation.
Well, to make a long story short, my assistant gets up and leaves not too long after (no, she was not offended AFAIK, if anything, she seemed amused) and the "cute girl" turns out to be a somewhat intense English professor who keeps me right there with a captivating succession of minimonologues and unpredictable comments of substance until we're both about to fall off of our respective stools with fatigue.
It took us less then eighteen hours to have our first date.
Yes, I am actually dating someone.
What were my first words to her?
"So. What do you think of biodiesel?"
What did we talk about that evening?
Among other things, death, what it means to have lived up close and personal to it, acting, organized religion, jewish culture, and, oh about a dozen other variations on the things one isn't supposed to discuss with someone one has just met.
So I figure that now that we've made it through Valentine's Day with flying colors, I'm ready to admit that this matters to me.
Yes, she's indeed very cute. She also, however, has an astringently critical mind with a lot of solid experience and rigorous cognitive skill to fill it out.
Of course, the sharp commentaries are much more fun when they go with such satisfying cuddling.
Yes, she knows about /.
Yes, she knows about my twisted recent past and my shredded finances. Shows no signs yet of running away.
Anyway, I won't ramble on at absurd length or make any premature statements but I'll just say that I'm glad that we found each other and she makes me very happy.
Rustin
For quite a while I've been spending my Saturdays at one of my client's, trying to keep the encroaching chaos in her life to a managable range. This past few months I've been having an assistant of mine handle much of it to free up my schedule. This is driving my poor assistant nuts.
So a few Saturdays back I left her entirely on her own while I dealt with another headache. My assistant and I wrench ourselves free of our respective concerns at about 6:00 P.M. and I look for somewhere to go to talk her down from her "why can't this ever just make sense!" anxiety with a few hours of mixed venting and reminders that if a client's life made sense that what would the client need us for? I suggest a bar on 11th that I know is sure to be abandoned at that hour on such a miserable day, we head over there and hang out.
A few hours later we're both feeling better and I notice a cute girl at the bar. I head over, we start talking, and well, I pretty much abandon my assistant who sits over on a sofa and waits for me to return with my drink. It probably helps that my assistant is about five-one, very cute and generally serves as a good, solid "he must be okay, she seems nice" recommendation.
Well, to make a long story short, my assistant gets up and leaves not too long after (no, she was not offended AFAIK, if anything, she seemed amused) and the "cute girl" turns out to be a somewhat intense English professor who keeps me right there with a captivating succession of minimonologues and unpredictable comments of substance until we're both about to fall off of our respective stools with fatigue.
It took us less then eighteen hours to have our first date.
Yes, I am actually dating someone.
What were my first words to her?
"So. What do you think of biodiesel?"
What did we talk about that evening?
Among other things, death, what it means to have lived up close and personal to it, acting, organized religion, jewish culture, and, oh about a dozen other variations on the things one isn't supposed to discuss with someone one has just met.
So I figure that now that we've made it through Valentine's Day with flying colors, I'm ready to admit that this matters to me.
Yes, she's indeed very cute. She also, however, has an astringently critical mind with a lot of solid experience and rigorous cognitive skill to fill it out.
Of course, the sharp commentaries are much more fun when they go with such satisfying cuddling.
Yes, she knows about
Yes, she knows about my twisted recent past and my shredded finances. Shows no signs yet of running away.
Anyway, I won't ramble on at absurd length or make any premature statements but I'll just say that I'm glad that we found each other and she makes me very happy.
Rustin
You sir, (Score:1)
That said, I'm guessing Miss Lapin (if I may call her so) hasn't updated her blog. Or, you should take the link down until she updates it, coz a lonely hearts entry is the last thing you'd want to link to now. ;-)
Geek girls are truly the finest (Score:3, Interesting)
I have no willingness to make time in my life for the tepid-minded.
-Rustin
Follow-ups. (Score:2)
2. Q&A section: ;-)
- Are you, or do you look like you're 18?
- Do you dress like it's 1939 or do you have a gay brother?
- Did you try to hire her a menacing guy with three cases of beer?
- Do you prefer the milk and cookies or knee high, lace up, stack heel, black boots? Just curious.
- Are you attempting to grow a cottontail?
Re:Follow-ups. (Score:2)
I am generally assumed to be about twenty-six (expect by the clued who note the grey hair and assume that I'm about thirty-two.)
I only dress like it's 1939 in such ways as my budget allows, though a few days ago I had on a great pair of baggy thirties-ish tweed pants)
Yes, as Bunni pointed out, I was certainly did approach the big, pseudo-biker.
Why, both, of course. The girls with both are always the most fun.
Naw, the tail will have to wait a few years. I'
gadzooks! many corrections needed! (Score:2)
I'll blame the fact that I was talking to somebody here in the room with me while typing. And then I'll apologize, first of all to Richie.
Richie: Sorry. Much, much sorry.
And also:
"quite", not "qiute".
"except", not "expect".
Of course, this is also right after I was asked to help proof an about-to-be-released geek kids book. (Hint to the wise geeks with kids in their lives, if you don't know Lane Smith and Jon Scies
Re:gadzooks! many corrections needed! (Score:2)
I'll tell her she needs to start grading your posts and dispense/withhold rewards accordingly. Nothing like a little motivation to get the creative juices (ahem) flowing again.
I was talking to somebody here in the room with me while typing.
Talking? That's what we call it [sexylosers.com] these days?
The gods, they laugh. At least I sure *hope* so.
Well, I got a good laugh out of it. I'll put in a good word for you. ;-)
(George? Me, I bl
hmm (Score:1)
Good luck dude. Just remember: don't fuck anyone crazier than you are.
(I was wondering last night where you been again, and was wondering if a lady friend might be taking up your time. You mentioned something about some person you met over some furniture a few weeks ago. Guess this isn't her, but otherwise
Women (Score:2)
Thanks for the good wishes.
I'm afraid that I've long since violated the "nobody crazier" rule. Oops.
Almost got engaged to somebody crazier once.I try not to think about it anymore. After all, what *is* "crazy"?
Rustin
Where have I been? Modding. (Score:2)
In fact, I just did it again.
A few times now I've chosen that I could contribute more to your journal by modding up the good stuff then by my oh-so-skimpy knowledge of online games, motorcycles, and dealing with young kids.
So actually I've been around somewhat more then my posting would indicate.
Then again, if I didn't keep using up my online time writing tomes like the ones I did a while back in adzoox's journa
w00t! (Score:2)
Huzzah! Hooray!
(Note: I havec no idea.... oh, skip it.)