Living History
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Posted:Jul 24, 2008 5:38 pm
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The Chinese have a curse:
"May you live in interesting times"
To which the Western Civilizations have a response:
"Let there be war in my time that my my know peace"
If that is the case, then I think it would be fair to say that our will only know about excitement and war from history books. That is, unless one of us tells them about it.
Living History. That is what I am talking about. Too many people (teachers included) make history nothing more than a series of dates and events. Its more than that. The stuff that makes it into history books is a life changing event that is forever burned into the minds of those who lived through it. My mother can, to this day, tell you exactly what she was wearing and what she was doing the moment that she found out that JFK died. My Father, on the other hand, treasures a reel to reel recording of the first lunar landing that he made. In History class, those events are just people and places. To my mom and dad, those are life changing events that (even in a small way) shaped them into the people they are today.
Being a lover of history, I find it strange that we take such a vibrant subject and make it so clinical and dry. The events that are recorded for posterity shattered and reformed entire generations and their views. Every event has impact and every person has views on the individual events that are recorded. The names we read about breathed, loved, laughed, planned, trumphed and failed. They lived, and we reduce them to mere multiple choice answers.
How we can do that in this modern age, I do not know. We have all lived moments of huge historical significance. I know for one I do not want my memories turned into answer "C" on some 's multiple guess test.
Therefore, I am going to write about 2 of the events that have occured in my life that I know will be recorded in the annals immortal for those who come after me to study. Do I believe that my recounting will ever bear any weight? Honestly, no. Still, maybe somehow....somewhere in this Age of Information, my story will live on beyond me. This way, those events I have born witness to will not be as dry or as flavorless as History Books make them out to be.
When I was in 5th grade, we had been promised the first lesson from space. Growing up in Houston, we all were intimately aware with the Space Program (especially since Johnson Space Center is literally about 20 minutes away from where I was going to school at the time). It was around lunch time, and my class was the only ones left in the area. Everyone else had already gone to eat, and we all were anxiously awaiting lunch. Mainly so we could come back to the common area and watch the news about the launch of the Challenger shuttle. I had already completed my assignment and was gazing around, when I noticed (for a 5th grader) a sight that I probably shouldnt have caught. My teacher had gone to the door and was talking in a very hushed whisper to another one of the 5th grade teachers... whose mascera was clearly out of sorts. My first thought was that she had skinned her knee or such in the cafeteria.
I was quickly disabused of that notion.
Most everyone else was still scribbling away on their assignments, but the few of us who were done kept our eyes glued to our teacher as she made her way to the TV. She turned it on, and for the first time in my life, I had an image burned into my brain.
The shuttle blew up.
There was smoke... then fire... then there wasn't seven human beings that we had been told all sorts of wonderful things about. The rest of the day was a blur of exploding shuttlecraft and booster rockets. No one said anything. No one could. We just sat there and watched as time and time again we witnessed that tragedy in silent horror.
About 3 days later, one of our classes resident smart asses came up with this joke:
"What does NASA stand for? Need Another Seven Astronauts!"
I think he got his ass kicked more in that week for telling that joke than anyone I have ever seen.
Fast forward a number of years.
I had just gotten off work and was sitting in front of my computer listening to the radio in my dorm room. I was more interested in chatting with the various young women on AOL than I was to the Howard Stern show that was playing in the background on my radio. Suddenly, mid snarky comment, Howard said something that struck me as rather odd:
" A plane has just flown into the World Trade Center".
I remember thinking to myself that this was way to sick a joke even for Mr. Stern. Still he persisted with it. This wasn't a subject that was coming up in the chat room, but still, I thought it might be worth looking into, so I turned the TV on and tuned in CNN:
Just in time to see another plane collide with the World Trade Center and the entire structure come crashing down.
I was stunned. I don't know how long I stood there in shock, but I do know that there was soon a knock at my door. It was my buddy Zach. He of the perpetual tan and cynical disposition was whiter than a sheet.
"We got to tell everyone", was all he said.
We ran around the dorms, pissing everyone off, but waking up those who were asleep.
I got back to my room, and called my folks. I NEEDED to talk to them. I needed to hear from my Dad that he was ok.
Then, the call came. The call that I was dreading but knew would be coming.
"Senior Airman N*****, this is Technical Sergeant Jamie Young. You are to report to work tonight at 1900 Local time. Please, try and get some sleep."
I don't think anyone slept that day. I remember coming to work and seeing a lot of tear stained eyes. Everyone was in one of three places... either working the line to get a C-17 ready for an emergancy launch or quickturn, sitting in the breakroom watching the events of that day be replayed over and over again, or out back praying to God to make sense of the event. I remember seeing my buddy Mike (who was also our shift chief) sitting at his desk. I spent time with him because we both needed to be around someone who (under normal circumstances) could make the other laugh. I dont remember what all we said to eachother, but I do remember what happened when the phone rang. For a man as composed as Mike, seeing the look of absolute terror that struck his face when the phone rang was disconcerting. His grip on the reciever was so tight that his hand white knuckled. All he would say is "Uh huh" or "Yes Sir" and write down a series of alpha numeric sequences and then hang up. Then he would look at his computer screen and jot down names. They told him what they needed... he picked the names...and told the poeple to pack. All he could tell them is when to report. No info on where they were going or when they would be back. Most people didnt even have enough time to tell their loved ones that they would be gone.
We prayed a lot those nights. We also all started carrying a packed suitcase in our trunks.
Those are two of my memories. Would you please share some of yours with me?
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Is Sex Wrong?
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Posted:Jul 18, 2008 9:05 pm
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I've been thinking about this a lot. Part of the reason is (to be honest) that I'm not getting any. Another reason is that I am doing some serious self analysis and this is one of the thing that I think is important.
Sex. it comes in every possible flavor and variety under the sun. There are kinks, perversions, releases, and every other possible twist and turn imaginable when talking about this simple act.
Sex. It also has more guilt and strictures upon it than any other act possible.
All of this this around one simple little act. How can one rationalize both of those huge things?
It almost makes it as if they are two completely different things. That would work, except that sex is sex.
I think that is the problem. Sex is always going to be sex. To rationalize, we must change our perspectives. I think that is what this whole blog is going to be about. At least for me that is the case.
Growing up, I was raised in an extremely religious family. Of course I was taught that Sex Outside of Marrige was a horrible sin and could condem me to hell for even thinking about it. Even looking at a female with those kind of thoughts was just as bad as the actual sex. From an early age, sex was associated with sin and thus gulit. In my adolescent mind, the two mightest forces facing humanity warred. The desire to reproduce warred with fear (of eternal damnation).
I went to college. I majored in Religion. Mainly because I really felt like it was the right thing for me. A small part of the decision was made though, in an attempt to build a shield around myself against the temptations of the flesh.
Then I eventually found out what this whole temptation thing that I had been running from was all about. It blew my mind. Looking back, I really honestly believe that as wonderful as it was to be initiated into sex, my initial choice of partner wasn't the best. (Confession time: The woman I lost my virginity to told me initially that she was seperated from her husband. I find out later that I was nothing more than a fling while her husband babysat their because she was bored. HE knew nothing about it. I found out because she talked in her sleep. She really didn't like him)
Nevertheless, as I started to explore this long repressed self sexuality, I started to see how wonderful sex was. True there was the sheer physical pleasure of the act. I also learned that when you add sex to a good relationship, it strengthens it. It builds a emotional/physical/spiritual connection to your partner that cannot be duplicated through any other method.
Then again, sex is the single best physical sensation that you can experience. Taking the relationship out of it, its still a blast!
I guess that is the key. No, not taking the relationship out of it. Taking the guilt out of it. ALmost every major belief structure that I have looked into has tons of taboos and condemnations around the sex act. Then again, almost every religious structure states that the Almighty is responsible for all good and pleasureable things. Therefore, the Almighty is responsible for sex.
Sex isnt bad. It can't be bad (see the above). But, it can be harmful. Obviously if you arent careful you can pass (or catch) a rather nasty case of the dripy dicks. Furthermore, sex can be a weapon. It can destroy a person more completely than anything that any military has.
I guess the sum of it is that Sex in itself is good, but it can be used in harmful ways.
Your thoughts?
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*crawling back out from under my rock*
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Posted:Jul 17, 2008 1:44 pm
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...and boy is it good to get some fresh air again!
I know I have been gone for a couple of weeks now, but if anyone missed me, I am fine. I just had some things to deal with.
Before anyone asks, let me go ahead and dispel the obvious wrong ideas:
1) No one I know died, or is injured or any other serious drama
2) I did not lose my job. Did come close though!
3) I am NOT pregnant!
4) I have not been having deleriously mind blowing sex with the supermodel nymphomaniac next door. God that would be lovely though ("And at 11, Inga likes to have sex")
5) I Have not joined, nor formed a cult (but it does sound like fun. Anyone interested in Joining?)
As I said above, there has been no serious medical drama, but there is drama. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to offer you one small clue. THERE IS ALWAYS GONNA BE DRAMA. In your life, and in mine, there will always be some measure of drama. It happens. I think the only people who don't have drama are hermts. Even then, they might...a lot of it depends on the voices in their heads.
So, as I said there was drama. I almost lost my job because of a silly mistake on my part. No one else was involved, but I cut it close. Part of the reason I was gone so much was that I had to put in some extra time at work to help clean the slate if you will. Another part of it (still work related) is that my entire department had a major shakeup, and I am one of the few people around my company who has a clue as to what everyone is suppose to be doing. I've been doing the 'chicken with his head cut off' dance trying to keep everything moving at a semi-normal pace.
Also had some drama dealing with women. Again, no big suprise, but I'm use to it. Women are the best form of entertainment that I know of. As long as you don't get suckered into being a cast member of the drama, its pretty fun to watch. Except in this case. I guess I let myself get suckered in, but I have a logical reason. Most of the people who have read this blog know about my friend Beth. She broke up with her boytoy while I was on Hiatus from this site. No, we didnt hook up. I'm not her flavor. What did happen is that he went a little bug shit. Break-ups are always messy. I've never seen a clean breakup. This one, and I am only on the sidelines, is particularly bad. She had him on her credit (and he fucked that up), on her insurance (and he got into an accident), kept her phone number (and he was blowing up her phone), ect. Drama city. Your good old Dave here, well, I love her with all my heart, and I got suckered into being the 'shoulder to cry on'. Not that I mind. Believe me, its not that big a deal for me. I'd do anything I can to help her. Lord knows she has done enough for me. LOL Even let her crash at my place after her drill this past weekend. I got to sleep in my closet for that. Another reason why I need to look into getting a big comfy couch.
But, things are always looking up and up. Or at least I am chosing to have them look up and up. I dont want to be where I was. I'm upgrading. New hairstyle, new clothes ($360 for 3 pairs of slacks??? GOOD GOD!), the basics.
Going to go see a show tonight. Hopefully I will have something positive to report afterwards.
Semper Fidelus
Dave
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Deep Seated Beliefs
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Posted:Jul 1, 2008 9:08 am
Last Updated:Dec 19, 2008 11:38 pm
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I have tried very hard to keep religion out of my blogs on this site, mainly for fear of offending anyone. A Wicca friend of mine told me that we are all going up the same mountain, just taking a different path.
I think that line is truer than even he knows. My approach to religion might not work for anyone else but me, but when it boils down it is only between myself and the Almighty. As long as the Maker accepts my humble offerings, that is all that should matter.
I feel compelled to write this in response to a blog that was written by InstantKarma (one of my favorite people on this site). [post 1479719].
Towards the end of the above blog she talks about how her parents taught us that sin has made us uglier.
I violently disagree with that.
Let me explain to you why. First of all I view sin as a purely spiritual thing. True, there may be physical signs (like a drug addicts track marks, ect. I do believe that things like that ARE sins... but that is neither here nor there). Physical appearance is just the phenome that display. The Maker gave us a genetic blueprint... and sin or not... you get built to those specifications. Sin has nothing to do with what we look like.
Sin does taint the soul though. The various religious faiths out there all have proscribed methods of removing the taint left by sin. The methods differ, but the reasoning is the same: The Maker offers us forgiveness from those sins. (The verse in the Bible [NIV] reads: Though your sins be as scarlet, you shall be white as snow. Another verse [NIV] states: I will cast your sins from you as far as East is from the West, and shall remember them no more.)
Kinda silly isnt it? The Maker is suppose to be perfect, and a good memory is kinda important to that definition (cf Descartes proof for the existance of matter). Still, I can understand why the Maker would chose to forget.
Pardon my patriochal leanings at this point but, the Bible states: Even an evil man knows how to give good gifts to his .
I guess it's easy for me to view the Maker as a Father figure. No, its not because I honestly believe the Maker to be male. (actually, I view the Maker as more gender neutral than anything) It is because I know what it is like to have a good father. Every time I failed anything as a , my father's first question to me was: Did you do your best? If I had, then nothing else mattered. We found a way to work around whatever problems arose because of my failure and continued to move on. My personal belief is that the Maker has a similar attitude towards sin. It's going to happen. As long as we try not to, the forgivness is always going to be there.
Just my 2 bits. I apologize if I offened anyone. For some reason, I just felt it was important to say.
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Have you ever wondered...
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Posted:Jun 26, 2008 3:32 am
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2008 9:20 pm
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…about product advertising? Seriously, they advertise 'feminine hygiene' products during sporting events. Wouldn't it make more sense to have a De Boers commercial there instead? Imagine this Super Bowl commercial:
"You fucked up, and now your girl is pissed at you. After the game, instead of celebrating with her, you are going to be sleeping on this very couch… that your buddy Ted just farted on… for the 5th time. Instead of getting more Nachos, why don't you get your woman these stunning diamond earrings (as modeled by *Insert famous Football player here*).
De Boers: Insuring you get laid since Super Bowl III"
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In the spirit of George Carlin
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Posted:Jun 25, 2008 7:59 am
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I know it is a couple days late, but I have this to say (and I hope that I do the man justice)
Fuck him! Fuck the fucking fucker!
I mean with all the shit that is going wrong in this world, for us to focus on one man's death... seems a little stupid doesn't it?
Then again, humans are stupid. Look around. Everywhere you look, you have blatent signs of stupidity:
Arab-Israli tensions are a sign of stupidity. They are fighting over dirt. I'll give you all the dirt you want, cheap too! How much thought do you have to not put into things to realize that being pissy isnt the way to get revenge? Hell, take a lesson from the Japanese. We kicked their ass in World War II... now they own us. Why? They used MONEY!
Hate in general is stupid. Dont waste hate on someone you have never met. In all likelyhood, their only crime is being born the way they are. Save it for the bastard that farts in the elevator.
Overpopulation: I know how time consuming and technically difficult it is to put on a condom (or to take a pill for that matter!), but DAMN...Ladies, outsmart the penis and insist on the raincoat! Actually, a lot of our problems could be solved if someone managed to outsmart the right penis...
Reality TV: I dont know about you, but I get enough reality in my life. I don't need to watch it on TV. Big Brother, Real World, ect? Why don't we just have a show called "Look like an ass in front of everyone"??
That is all I have to say at the moment. If you disagree with me, then take these words from the dead bastard..
FUCK YOU
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Sometimes I am glad I am a guy
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Posted:Jun 22, 2008 5:12 pm
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2008 9:20 pm
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You know, sometimes I think I got the good end of the genetic end. Being a guy has a LOT of of advantages.
1) We feel no need to have anything other than comfy underwear: Ladies, admit it. You have comfy undies... and then the sexy undies. You know, the underwear you wear when you arent planning on wearing it long. Thongs, G-Strings, Boy Shorts, French Cut, Crotchless, ect. Guys, we just have boxers, briefs, and the hybrid Boxer-briefs! Its all about the comfy thing for us. Ladies have to coordinate everything!
(as for me, I prefer boxer briefs. Ladies what about you?)
2)Hair is OK!: Men, honestly, only have to worry about hair on our faces. Anywhere else... its ok. We can have chest hair, leg hair, armpit hair, and its all good! We dont even have to shave our faces regularly. Ladies, you damn near need a weed whacker. Think about it for a minute, where is body hair acceptable on a woman?
3)Puberty sucks slightly less: Yes, puberty! For guys, its a surge of strange hormones (YAY!), awkwardly sprouting hair, and a voice wobble (mine lasted for 3 years!). For women, you get the hair, boobies(!!!) and the miracle of life! Yes, you become fertile. WOO! Not only are you ladies having to deal with all the awkward things happening to you, but you have to worry about us acting out our hormones with you!
4)Shoes: We can get away with 2 pairs of shoes. Ladies, you have to have hundreds of them. AND, you have to have HEELS! I still cant figure out why a woman will wear them... for like 5 minutes. She'll wear comfy shoes to go to work. Put the heels on in the car... then from the car to her desk... where the heels promptly come off! Repeat on the way out.
5)Hormones: Guys have one hormonal setting. Horny. Its not really a setting... its more like a switch. We're horny, or we not quite horny (*But give us a few minutes*). Ladies, you have 'bitchy', 'achy', 'horny' (Yay!), 'bloated' (I could never tell by looking at you!), 'crampy'. I think the men win on this one!
What do you ladies think about that?
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Shit I just dont understand...
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Posted:Jun 20, 2008 10:04 pm
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2008 7:20 am
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For the longest time, there has been several things that I just don't understand:
Girls Gone Wild: I just finished watching a commercial for a NEW Girls Gone Wild video. Why the fuck would anyone do shit like what these girls do? C'mon now! Look, you know the minute that you walk into a bar that is sponsoring a Girls Gone Wild video shoot, and you are female, they gonna try and get your ass naked! For what? A cheap ass T-shirt? Ladies, you got to know that somehow word of your 'performace' is gonna get back to your Dad!
Metrosexuals: Lets be honest... there is nothing wrong with a man looking good. Nor is there a problem with doing things with your woman. Still, when your ass is asking who does her nails so you can make an appointment... WARNING!
Fucked up names: Who the hell is going to name their something like Finess, River, or anything like that? How much do you have to hate your to do that to them? My buddy Sean named his Raistlin. I'm sorry, but when I was growing up... a fucked up name was grounds for an ass kicking!
Fruit flavored Beer: Goddammit!! Its a damn Man Law "Thou shalt not fruit the Beer!" There are enough girls out there who like BEER that we dont have to make it softer for them. What is wrong with a nice Killians or Shiner? Why do we need a pommegranite flavored Beer?
Beer Energy Drinks: Feeding off the last one, why do we need something that will keep up awake and drunk at the same time? I blame Red Bull and Vodka for this one. The only thing worse than an obnoxious drunk is an energetic obnoxious drunk. You guys know what I am talking about. You're sitting there, watching this asshole, and the only thing you can think is that he'll soon pass out. No love. His ass was drinking Ginsing infused Beer. He's good all night!
Female hygine Product Advertising: Why the hell do they advertise this stuff during sporting events? Lets be honest... how many women are watching WWE television? Or the NFL Playoffs? Product Placement, Dammit! Next thing you know, we are gonna have the Summer's Eve 500. Can you imagine THAT NASCAR event?
Bottled Water: Its TAP WATER!!!
Hybrid SUVs: Thats just a little bit of a contradiction, isnt it?
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More Ponderables
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Posted:Jun 19, 2008 6:26 pm
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2008 9:23 pm
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Been a while since I have allowed you people to look at the stream of consciousness crap that runs through my mind at times. Well, here are some of the thoughts that repeat the most.
If God had intended Man to fly, He wouldnt have made the ground so hard.
Peanut Butter is the perfect food.
Boobs. I do ponder them a lot. This ponderage was why guys like big'uns. Seriously! I don't understand why men obsess about large tits. Personally I like 'em smaller and well formed. Could be that I am just weird, but, when I look at a gal with anything over a D, all I can see is how much those things must hurt her back.
Do Mimes moan during sex?
How can someone be qualified to lead troops, when he cant even support them?
The Alltel commercials with Chad. Those things annoy the fuck out of me.
Salsa Music. I mean I may be so white that bread says I need a tan, but even I know... thats shit you can get your groove on to!
Why the hell would any woman want to sleep with Flava Flav?
The Blues Brothers: The first one has THE GREATEST musical run in the history of movies! John Lee to Aretha, to Ray Charles. C'mon now, if you cant love that... then damn!
Why am I only now developing a real taste for Hispanic gals?
If we have St. Patty's day, where everyone is Irish, why cant we have a day were everyone is Swedish...
Why the hell would anyone wanna fuck like a ? When I was a , I was all about inserting Tab A into Slot B. I would rather fuck like a man my age. I at least know what I am doing!
Why does a massage turn a woman into putty in your hands?
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Progress?
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Posted:Jun 13, 2008 10:50 pm
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2008 6:10 pm
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I think I might have to look again at the whole Dave is Shy thing. At least put some boundries on it.
You see, I went to another one of those E&A events tonight. It was dinner at the Spagetti Warehouse and then a Haunted Tour of downtown Houston.
Got to the Spagetti Warehouse on time actually. Believe me, that is significantly more impressive than it sounds, considering that the place is right by Minute Maid park, and the Yankees were in town. That and I got stuck behind some numbfuck who took 15 minutes at the Drive through teller! All I wanted was to hit the ATM forfuckssake!
Once I arrived, I was directed to the upper floor of the resturant where everyone else was. I wasn't the last person to arrive, which makes me wonder how these people are able to get away from work and such so quickly! I was off and I still cut it close! Have to admit, the group that was awaiting me, while friendly and fun to talk to, wasnt exactly my particular flavor of eyecandy. I had been told to expect this, as the bulk of the group is my age or older. This, apparently, was the older part! As I said, the conversation was good... as was the good.
Around 7pm, things suddenly changed. In walked, to be totally honest with you, MY particular flavor of eyecandy. Lets go through the Dave checklist:
Petite: Oh yeah. She stood a whopping 5'2"
Great smile: Shone like the sun at noon
Eyes: Dark orbs that could entrap a man's soul.
AND!!!! she was wearing a tank top and had her hair in a pony tail. Now, I have no idea why, but there is just something really sexy about a gal in a tank top. I have no idea why (possibly a little bit of the voyeur in me likes the peek-a-boo brastrap at the shoulder. I dunno), but I was stunned. For the longest time I thought she was the of one of the other members. Imagine my plesant suprise when I found out that SHE was actually a member herself. Of course, my dumb ass doesnt find this out until we are on the bus and heading out (with seats already claimed! Me, no where near her.). Still, I managed to work up enough courage to talk to her on just about every stop. Got her to laugh a little bit...and I noticed that she tended to walk into me as we walked side by side. Given how uneventful the "real" tour was, it was definately nice to have someone like her hanging back a bit so we could hook up and talk.
Again, I think I borrowed someone else's balls for this, and got her talking. See, she is a single mother who works. This means she doesnt have a lot of time. I tried to find out the things that she enjoys doing, and she said that she didn't get to do much. The next line out of my mouth suprised the hell out of me:
"Well, would you like to do something with me sometime?"
her response: "Sure!"
After the tour was over, we got off the bus...and she stopped and waited for me! I walked her the whopping 30 feet to where she was parked, and got not only her phone number... but a hug.
Not bad for a Friday the 13th, eh?
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The Circle(jerk) of life
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Posted:Jun 13, 2008 1:41 am
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2008 9:23 pm
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Sorry about the lag in posts.. but things have been nuts.
Anyways, I am sitting here watching TV waiting for my paycheck to hit the bank, and I just saw a commercial for Cialis. It got me thinking a bit.
First thought is that we have a cure for ED, but we have no cure for Altzheimers. We can't ensure that the Golden years that we approach will be lucid and vibrant, but we can ensure that we will be harder than Calculus!
(a whole mess of old guys with raging hardons... and no idea what to do with them... MUAHAHAHA).
It also got me to thinking about how we (as men) progress in how we deal with women.
When we are , and you like a girl... you throw a rock at her! If she likes you, she throws one back. Usually this process takes only a couple of seconds, unless either of you has particularly good aim (or a future playing fast pitch). If that is the case... then there might be a SLIGHT delay...and hopefully there wont be any concussions.
When puberty hits (and that is the only way I can describe it! You get clubbed with a whole mess of hormones! They do ALL sorts of wicked things to you), we get all sorts of stupid little games. You know the type. "Do you like me, Circle yes or no". Gossip, social ostricisim, ect. They all start to rear their ugly heads. How any of us manage to get through puberty even remotely well adjusted, I will NEVER know.
By the time we are in High School, we are chasing anything with Tits! Once we manage to catch one... we usually have no idea of what to do with 'em. We usually run around thinking with our other heads. So, clueless and horny, we manage to catch some nubile little thing and get taken straight to heaven!
Once we get that first taste... we are downhill for the next several decades. Maybe, if we are lucky, we manage to find just one woman who makes every moment more precious than anything we had ever experienced before.
Anyways we get to the golden years, and the trouser monster finally seems defeated. We can live a life where we focus primarily on everything that had passed us by when we were busy chasing after those elusive tits.
NOWADAYS!!!! We have Viagra and Cialis!
We now go back to High School!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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Did it work???
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Posted:Jun 9, 2008 3:04 pm
Last Updated:Jun 9, 2008 4:32 pm
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Update from last Wednesday:
to be honest with you, I cant tell you what I was expecting. Got to the Sushi bar a tad late... Traffic and all that Jazz... and unfortunately the social cliques were already formed. I talked to a few people, had a couple shots of sake, and ate some soybeans.
I will say that if you are in Houston, you should definately look into Ra Sushi. Quite a nice place.
Anyways, I just happened to be in the right place at the right time for an invite out to do Karoke after the sushi gathering.
That... went significantly better. Kinda did some Conversation whoring, sang a couple songs, had a good time. For being the new guy... I didnt make too big an ass out of myself!
That... and there were a couple of cute women there.
I'll give you another update after Friday
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The new hotties!
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Posted:May 31, 2008 5:59 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2008 8:45 pm
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Growing up in Texas, the definition of youthful sexuality (High School to College age) has always been the Cheerleader. There is a lot of wonderful things that can be said about a cheerleader. They are firm, perky, bendy(!!), charming, energetic, and (through the standards set by society), the definitation of beauty.
I write this today, because I believe that the standards have changed.
When I was growing up, the cheerleaders were the 'girly girls' who most of us never were able to touch (except for those few who were imminately touchable to just about everyone!), and the female atheletes were some of the guys. They tended to be a little more.. butch... than the average girl. Now, I admit to being a fan of woman's athletics. I am as much, if not moreso, a fan of woman's sports than I am of men's sports. Women's athletics tends to take more strategy, and they play with more heart. When I was in college, the women's basketball team were some of the most approachable and genuinely NICE girls on campus. In fact, it was those ladies who started to change my mind... if ever so slightly. I was attracted to (and dated a couple of times) one of the girls from that team. Even then though, I saw her as a beautiful girl who played a sport... not an athlete who was gorgeous.
I am sitting here watching the Woman's College World Series. True, I admit I think one of the sexiest hairstyles a woman can wear is a ponytail (which every girl seems to wear in this athletic competition!), but there are some classicaly Gorgeous women who play collegiate sports!
For example:
Stacey Nelson (Florida Gators)
Taryne Mowatt (Arizona Wildcats)
K'Lee Arredondo (Arizona Wildcats)
Everyone knows about Jennie Finch, but there are girls still playing the game for the love of the game that more than easily match up with whatever standard of beauty you can imagine. I could list more, but, to be honest with you... I dont have the time to hunt down how to spell all these beautiful young women's names. Watch the games (they are on ESPN) or go check out the games in person! Plus, they manage to do some cute things with their eyeblack (like putting the college logo in their eyeblack... very cute IMH
The only bitch I have about women's sports nowadays is that the commentators just are NOT up to snuff with the men's commentators. Even as bad as MNF has been in the past several years, they are better than most announcers for women's sports. I hope to see this change.
For anyone who reads this who is of the college age, I would really recommend that you get involved in women's sports. As I said before, when I was in college, I managed to get a date with a gorgeous member of the women's baskeball team. Furthermore, I managed to get to be a good friendship with the entire team... plus the coach! Nothing boosts your developing self esteem than to have several women a day come up and ask you what your plans are for later on that week (if there is a home game that week!)... even having the coach invite you to the road games!
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