Posts tagged relationships
Heated back and forth with @hercules_STS over the validity and necessity of online dating (don’t worry - no punches or balltaps were thrown…yet). He’s saying it’s a perfectly valid and reasonable way for people to meet each other if they’re shy, looking to expand beyond their current social circle and alleviate the awkwardness of dating, since you establish a rapport online before you actually meet. He said some other things but I was too busy thinking of “illogical responses,” (to quote the bastard) to hear him.
My counterpoint was that people have met for hundreds and hundreds of years without the help or benefit of technology and that online dating is making us apathetic and lazy.
My best friend that’s a girl is undeniably incredible. Let’s call her Alala, to keep it in the Greek deity family (she picked the name because it’s the personification of the female war cry. And she loves a solid war cry.) She and I were out in Los Angeles together recently and after one late night of revelry and some slight debauchery, the group of five of us retreated to her hotel room where we proceeded to pour her entire mini bar down our throats before we took to her balcony overlooking a main LA street. That’s when shit turned awesome.
The balcony was situated just above and beside a major club, with another popular bar a stone’s throw down the road. Both were approaching closing time, so the foot traffic below our drunken perch was steady. Spurred on by her natural bubbly-ness, which only intensifies with the addition of liquor – and a little encouragement from us, Alala decided to bestow gifts upon passersby in the form of hysterical conversations. And the occasional drink mixer pouch or magazine. (Yep, she tossed both down at various points.)
The first group was a dud; just a gaggle of bros who wanted to come up and hang out. But they didn’t have much of a problem standing on the street shouting up to a group of strangers at 3am, which was all the reassurance Alala needed. Down the street, a t-shirt clad man was staggering from the bar across the wide street while traffic whizzed by him with alarming closeness, horns blaring. “That boy is going to die,” Alala said, matter-of-factly in between puffs on her cigarette. Amazingly, he made it to our side of the street and just before he reached us, Alala reached out to him.
“Sir,” she yelled in a tone of mock seriousness. “You nearly were killed! You need to be more careful.” Which prompted the man to respond that he was perfectly fine. Which led to his attempting to show us just how “fine” he was by walking back out into the middle of the four-lane street and performing a backwards handstand of sorts. Which led to us screaming that he actually was going to meet his demise unless he came back to the sidewalk. Which led to him eventually obliging.
There’s been an overwhelming demand for an update on Her. And there’s been an overwhelming stalling on my end, simply because I feel like whatever we had is over and that putting this all into written words makes it even more final. Nevertheless, here’s the conclusion. I’m not quite sure I’ll leave this up for very long as it’s all still rather raw and painful, but who knows.
To all the people who keep writing in about how I didn’t write about my take on the recent blind date, I did, but I think it may have gotten lost in the shuffle when Tumblr crashed. Click here to read it.
“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.”
“Love is like a brick. You can build a house, or you can sink a dead body.”
“Men always want to be a woman’s first love - women like to be a man’s last romance.”
(Blindly met a girl who is a friend of a friend the other night. She wanted some professional help and I was happy to share what I knew on the topic in question, but the whole meeting was rife with sexual tension as the girl was quite stunning. My flirtatious side took over and I asked her out. Today, we traded emails as we locked in plans for an upcoming date)
Me: I’m excited for you to take me out! I promise to only get one or two lobsters, but it’s really nice that you want to pay and get the limo and everything. I honestly can’t wait and I’m totes giddy with glee. What time will you be picking me up?!?!??
Her: you really do tend to fuel your own fantasies hm? why don’t you send me the deets so i can see if i can clear my schedule :-)
Me: You already told me your schedule is clear. Though I’m happy to bounce this off your assistant. You DO have an assistant right? That’s a natural assumption for anyone who uses the presumptuous phrase “so I can see if I can clear my schedule.” You said you’re free at 11, no?
I want this.
Love this shirt.
“Women get the last word in every argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.”
Hercules’ girlfriend recently brought this topic up when we were all out one night and I’m curious as to what your sentiments are. Do you think it’s possible to have a strictly platonic friendship with a member of the opposite sex? Or all of your friendships based - at least initially - on a level of attraction?
here’s an oldie about a ex-girlfriend and her batshit behavior the night we first had sex.
