I kinda miss the days of my wild drunken debauchery. It was fun! At least I was getting laid very regularly. I can do without the hangovers and the vomiting.

Omnis, dude. You ARE foamy. Specially in a tux. Come Sunday, even if you are wearing jeans and a clean shirt, try to feel the tux vibes. Feel the foam. See the foam. Be the foam. You can do this. You are the foam.

I think I still believe anybody must have a car, a job and a home if I'm going to date them.

The thing about unemployment is, it happens to plenty of people who are generally hard-working, reasonably prudent, skilled-at-life individuals. In my book, it says more about a person's character how they respond to unemployment than it does that they are unemployed. Unemployed plus brushing up on new skills, plus actually searching for a new job, plus catching up on projects at home equals pretty damn good character - and that kind of character is pretty easy to see.

I am back from dinner.

And quite possibly drunk.

Margaritas goooooooooooood.

Margaritas with Cointreau, very, very goooooooooood.

I can't believe my luck. the cats were racing around the chair and caught the headset wire and pulled it hard, something must have come loose because now the base light won't coem on and it doesn't work. This will be my third headset to be destroyed in about 12 months. I'm so frustrated right now I could scream.

Dating history -- one boyfriend when I was 14. Then nothing until I graduated from high school.I dated a guy for 3 years (I think it was three), we had a lot in common but things not in common. We broke up, I was friends with a guy and started dating him. I essentially was dumped for a lesbian...well she was needy and he needed to be needed. Then I threw myself at random guys and generally had mania induced bad judgement. Then nothing for a long time. Then SLNRLBF.

I'm killing time in the internet cafe. I'm predictable.

Oh askye, how frustrating.

Yesterday Bartleby exhibited a hair-trigger startle response when the postman showed up. He dashed out of my office, snagging my mouse cord around his neck, disconnected it from the keyboard and carried it down two flights of stairs to the front door.

It's a miracle he didn't hogtie himself and suffer some sort of expensive injury...thank doG...but, sheesh, enough with the equipment pummeling already.

eta: around his next? I'm taking that as an official sign that I'm worn the frak out (first time in the gym in a long while. Yay) and need to give up on waiting for Torchwood Day 5 part 5 to show up on the intertubes.

G'night all.

I had very little social conditioning in either recognizing cues or sending the right ones.

Oh lord, me too. Plus, a little terrified of sending the wrong cues. One of the big sells of online dating for me was that recognising one of the first big cues ("so, are you even available for a relationship right now?") becomes an exercise in reading comprehension.

The thing about unemployment is, it happens to plenty of people who are generally hard-working, reasonably prudent, skilled-at-life individuals.

This is true, and especially these days.

I had very little social conditioning in either recognizing cues or sending the right ones.

Very, very me. So much so that I asked my mom (the psych-nurse) if I were anywhere on the Asperger's spectrum.

She said no, they'd had me evaluated as a child, and I was just a clueless asshole sometimes. (THANKS MOM)

I sometimes totally don't get men. "Was that a come on? Cuz I totally would...but it might JUST be flirtation, in which case I'm TOTALLY overthinking this...so if it IS flirtation, should I respond? Or up the ante? Or..." and by this time they've grown cobwebs and died while I dither.

I am, also sometimes, made of spectacular!fail.

Ahhh, the flirting impaired. meara should just market tapes of herself out on a Saturday night and you would know all.

Ahhh, the flirting impaired.

I sit firmly in this demographic.

meara should just market tapes of herself out on a Saturday night and you would know all.

No lie. She's great at it.