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aseToday seems to be a day of general upset. Broken pipettes, rain, roommates in upset, mp3 player left at home, other people's broken other stuff, blinding rage with respect to coffee stains on my Ann Taylor Loft corduroys. Let's hope this is a 24-hour bug, and that tomorrow will be awesome TGIF all the day through.
Amy Ray at the 9:30 Club tomorrow. 6 PM doors give me hope that the main act will be on sometime before midnight. (What? I'm an old woman.) I think I will wear a pretty shirt tomorrow and take my earnest, entertaining wingman, Mr. Big Fat Book, to Ben's Chili Bowl or Busboys and Poets. Fortunately, Mr. BFB is a cheap date, and he's quoted that ass Emerson only once so far.
Speaking of dates. Some time ago someone remarked she was surprised I hadn't dated someone who'd shown some interest, because she thought he was my type. I, um, disagreed emphatically. After some thought, it's because I don't want to get involved with someone I feel is reflecting my anxieties back at me. And that's why I am too smart to date the people other people think I should be dating. Iam pickier have higher standards than "breathing, talks geek, available." The threshold is "available, breathing, person I want to bare my soul to (or talk, ick, feelings with - look, can't we get back to Grossest Things I Have Seen on a Lab Bench now please? Please?)", and I learned the hard way that the third one is the killer show-stopper. So that's why my dating life is going to be A.) really boring or B.) really slow for the foreseeable future.
Amy Ray at the 9:30 Club tomorrow. 6 PM doors give me hope that the main act will be on sometime before midnight. (What? I'm an old woman.) I think I will wear a pretty shirt tomorrow and take my earnest, entertaining wingman, Mr. Big Fat Book, to Ben's Chili Bowl or Busboys and Poets. Fortunately, Mr. BFB is a cheap date, and he's quoted that ass Emerson only once so far.
Speaking of dates. Some time ago someone remarked she was surprised I hadn't dated someone who'd shown some interest, because she thought he was my type. I, um, disagreed emphatically. After some thought, it's because I don't want to get involved with someone I feel is reflecting my anxieties back at me. And that's why I am too smart to date the people other people think I should be dating. I
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Date: 2008-11-20 02:18 am (UTC)Mmm. If they're going to drive you insane by not keeping up with you, it's probably not a good relationship. It may be anti-lower-IQ-people, but it doesn't strike me as anti-feminist, except in the way that all discrimination (against women, other social groups, salad, red sweaters) is bad and wrong. (I have my own rant about geek friendship fallacies, and times when discriminating is not evil, but the compressed version is: four people I consider friends went to a Pogues concert, and thank God, I was not invited.)
Re: boyfriends teaching you things: alas, the only way to learn relationships is to do them. There is no academic course or magic analytical epiphany.