Maybe I should just start buying cats.
You know the drill: once you hit 30, you get one cat a year, until you've got a pride of cats in an intricate and stressful inter-relationship by the time you reach 40, and who have developed an ancestral feline memory of their own by the time you're 70:
"A Mungojerrie son of Whiskers son of Romeo tried to operate the sacred tuna-can-opening-machine once, brash cub; they say he could only land on all three's thereafter. Only the Great Baboon can operate it. Patience! He has almost completed his crossword!"
Usually, it's women. You know, the Crazy Cat Lady. Not very many crazy cat men, maybe because the young cats turn on him in his 50's and drive him out of the house like an old lion. Last I recall was Harry Truman. Not the President, but the Truman who lived on Spirit Lake before Mount St. Helens buried him. God, what a memory!
The whole dating thing can suck.
Ah, I'm being bitter. Had a date a couple days ago and it went as well as a train wreck. You'd think a movie was a no-brainer, right? There had been a few before this one, so this was casual. Hadn't done a movie yet, and we were both too tired to do anything memorable. So you can't really blow this one. Shut up and eat your popcorn, right? Oh, and choose a girl movie, as if you're remotely interested in 14 going on 30 when you could be witnessing a vampire-werewolf cage match.
Okay, disclaimer: Amelie was a different. And Down With Love. And Shakespeare in Love. And BFG Wedding. But they were all strange and had a ton of choice insults.
If they could only have Shakespeare falling in love with a quirky Asian kung-fu chick who must stop an evil Frenchman from aquiring an ancient Egyptian artifact secretly housed in Tibet that can open a gateway to Hell and he writes a play about it called Much Ado About Nothing II.
Anyway, the experience started wrong, continued wrong, ended wrong.
Thought we'd get an ice cream beforehand. Had a bit of time. Asked her what her favorite was. She said "plain." Plain?
The waitress took the order without blinking. Plain?
I chose the comparatively maniacal vanilla and blueberries.
The waitress was working on geological time (acquiring--or removing--the special ingredients for plain-flavored ice cream). For some reason, this was frustrating for both of us. The coffee sucked, too.
The operator had the volume way too high for the movie. I left with a curious mixture of stress and exhaustion. So did she. The movie was bad, but you couldn't even make fun of it to pass time because you'd have to SHOUT!
And she had some sort of terrible allergy attack (probably from the ice cream).
Nothing clicked, including us.
Alright, I'm over it. Moving on.posted by jkrank on 08.07.04 at 08:31 AM
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Krank, baby. Forget the cats, and get a job. And whoever that was you dated, delete her number from your PDA forthwith!
Oh, and forget the politics until you've got a job. It's too depressing otherwise.
My first thought was your upcoming overseas tour could've had something to do with a less-than-stellar date. But, I think I'll just sympathesize and defer to the ladies for any meaningful analysis. To cheer you up, pretend that your favorite female is singing you this tune: http://pws.prserv.net/relkins/nadia.wav (more music for a Python II first-screening alternate soundtrack). Jazz listeners will recognize this one as an arrangement based on the standard, "Afro Blue". There's also a new jefferson.wav out there, but I believe this song for Nadia is better.
One bad night, and you give up, just like that? You already had enough dates that went well enough to go on this one, so it can't be over because you had an "off" night, can it? If she's really worth it, then wait a few days and have another go. One bad night, if that's all there really was to it, is no reason to give up. Anybody can have a bad night. I only say this because you didn't say anything bad about her, only the environmental aspects of the date.
Sounds like that brewski might have been a better idea....
At least it wasn't the blind date I got 'fixed' up with a 10 pack a day chainsmoking bus driver....
