Me in 32 Questions

Earlier today I took the dating persona test as part of this thing that gets me closer to a 100% complete profile on OKC. It's sorta lame how they make acheivements because that really calls to the video gamer in me and I can't not try to get 100%. So I took the test and here is what I was told:

Steady, reliable, and cradling her tenderly. Take a deep breath, and let it out real easy...you are The Slow Dancer

Your focus is love, not sex, and for your age, you have average experience. But you’re a great, thoughtful guy, and your love life improves every year. There’s also a powerful elimination process working in your favor: most Playboy types get stuck raising unwanted kids before you even begin settling down. The women left over will be hot and yours. Your ideal woman is someone intimate, intelligent, and very supportive.

While you’re not exactly the life of the party, you do thrive in small groups of smart people. Your circle of friends is extra tight and it’s HIGHLY likely they’re just like you. You appreciate symmetry in relationships.

It's a little creepy how correct some of that is. Especially the last paragraph.

Rode a Hog

Yesterday evening I drove the 3 hours to meet Kelly, the friend of a friend I may be going on a road trip with. Up to this point we had exchanged some e-mails and talked on the phone. We seemed to hit it off pretty well in our early conversations. The first real call we had lasted an hour and half, and the second one another 45 minutes before I had to get off so I could get to sleep.

The plan was to grab dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings with our mutual friend and then we were to go play Frisbee Golf. I got rather lost on my way there, because I could not find the street I was supposed to turn onto. I think it may have been one of those streets that is called by another name, or maybe I just completely missed it. In any event I was far off my destination, but Kelly directed me in just fine.

Kelly rides a motorcycle and she had brought it with her. Within the first five minutes of me shaking her hand for the first time, we were on the bike and riding along. That was pretty great. My only concern was that there was essentially nothing keeping me on the bike. There were no side supports, so I felt I could have easily slipped right off. To emphasis my point I started wiggling around, this caused the entire bike to start shaking back and forth. But Kelly is a good rider and kept us upright.

Hmmm.....I'm at the library typing this and I thought I just saw Kaylee walk by looking for a book. Maybe I should go up to this random person.

No, I'm writing. So back to the post. After riding the bike for a short while, Kelly and I went in to wait for our mutual friend. My one word description of Kelly would be kind-hearted. I think we hit it off well, have similar personalities, and hopefully will have an amazing roadtrip later in early October. But those are my impressions. I still haven't gotten any good juicy details from our mutual friend about how Kelly feels. But she is the type of person who I could just ask outright and she'd be fine with it.

Our biggest problem appears to be music. She did not like my playing "When The Red Red Robin Comes Bob Bob Bobbin' Along." Or maybe she did not like singing, I'm not sure. But we both like 'The Moody Blues', so we might be alright.

A Simplier Dialect

At work today my roots showed came out a bit. One of my superiors called me over to see some results from a simulation. He felt the results could be wrong and might be indicating a bug. So I went into his office and took a look. The results were odd but possibly correct given how he set up the simulation. Trying to better understand the problem, I changed a few buttons and knobs to give us an answer that we could predict in our head. Then when we saw the solution we would immediately know whether there really is a bug or not. I ran the simulation, a few seconds later we got the results, and we displayed them on his computer to take a look. And without even thinking about it I said, "Well that there just ain't right."

I tried to play it off thinking maybe he wouldn't notice my choice of words if I acted natural. He noticed.

200 bowls

Wow, the 200th post. To celebrate it, I can think of no better way than to list off some of my latest lady failings. First and foremost we have the new dating site that I talked about in the previous post. Not surprisingly the Catholic grad student who likes salsa did not write back. But she never even viewed my profile, which may mean she hasn't read my message yet. In general, if a girl writes me or expresses interest I will at least take a look at her profile. I also wrote another girl. This one is a gorgeous nurse, who is also, as she put it, a serious Catholic. She actually looked at my profile, but again no response. Unfortunately those have been the only two I've written. I looked at many other profiles none of them were what I was looking for.

Next up we have my situation with real life girls. All summer long, I have been talking to one girl, the one who said the idea of us hanging out makes her want to throw up. Well she just decided to go out with another guy. So that's the end of that.

Kaylee never did get in touch about meeting up for dancing. And my plans for having a salsa night where I live seem to be failing. The instructor and the management don't seem to be expressing much interest. For example, I e-mailed the management last week about setting up a date for the party, and I never got an answer back.

I could go on, but let's change subjects. Lately I have been thinking about taking a road trip. I had been planning on going alone, but it turns out a friend of a friend (the girl who ran to another guy) who I have never met, also wants to go on a road trip. So the two of us may travel the road together. That should make for a pretty interesting adventure. No details on that yet, but that news is recent as of yesterday so give it some time to fail.

Well by now some of you may have read 200 of these posts. That's quite an accomplishment. So tonight you, like me, should celebrate. I will be eating gelato, with my feet up. My grocery store may have stopped carrying the best ice-cream on the planet, 'United Dairy Farmers' Premium Homemade Ice-Cream', but they picked up gelato so I suppose I have to forgive them.

Finally, while I do not comment on my titles, leaving them for you to figure how they relate to my post, today is an exception. The 200 bowls refer to 200 bowls of pudding. The reason I decided to comment on it was because, not having learned my lesson, when I wrote out the title I first wrote, '200 bowels'. Really, I think it looks much better with that 'e'.

Arrow That Might Sting

At WAM's behest, which was really more of a constant insufferable nagging, yesterday I joined Ok Cupid. I got real excited because right away I got a message (through my cell phone), and since I don't have the internet I had to wait all night in order to read it early this morning when I could get online. Rushing to work, I found out it was her just saying how amazing my profile was and if I could only be closer to her we would definitely be an item. But I already knew all of this anyway. Actually she wanted to point out just how incompatible we apparently are. According to the website we should be enemies. In fact she has not yet seen someone more incompatible with her. This is interesting. Even one of my best friends is a far cry from what this site says I should be looking for.

Other than the message, and yes I was happy to hear from you WAM, I got a bunch of ladies who had ranked my profile. All gave me 4 out of 5 stars. That was a bit frustrating, because I think I should have 6 out of 5, but I suppose it's better than 0 out of 5.

After looking around I found a girl who, has finished grad school, loves dogs, is into salsa, and is Catholic. I sent her a message just a little while ago. If this doesn't work I'm just going to throw my arms up in the air and go become a priest or something.

Thousands of Words

From left to right

Great Aunt Helen

Great Aunt Mary

Grandma Irene, looks like a young WAM

Great Aunt Betty

Great Aunt Ann, no longer with us, who once fell over during a water balloon toss when she was my partner. She was probably in her 80s.