I had lunch with Airport Girl today after she had her second interview at that same consulting firm. We met up at a deli across the street from where she interviewed (after I was held up because of a train accident that forced me to go a different route), then took our salads over to the little park in Herald Square across from Macy's (which AG claimed was not actually a park because it doesn't have grass, but that's just the way some city parks are).
On the job front, it definitely sounds like this consulting firm is going to make AG an offer; they were asking her questions like "are you planning on taking any time off between finishing school and starting work?" which basically amounts to "when can you start?" She's got an offer with a firm in Connecticut that compares unfavorably salary-wise, and another interview or two yet to happen, but she seems pretty enthused about this one.
On the other front... hey, I'm going to continue in my efforts to be optimistic. I think she digs me. Good body language, a couple of playful punches on the arm, that sort of thing. Said that if she moves to NYC, I'm going to have to spend every weekend showing her around, which certainly sounds like a positive to me. I'm a little nervous that she was quick to give me the cheek to kiss both when we met up and before she got into her cab back to her hotel, but it's not like we were going to start playing tonsil hockey right there on 32nd Street, right?
AG thinks she should maybe have an offer from this firm as soon as a couple of days from now, and said that she'd let me know what happens, so perhaps I'll know more soon.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
TBD
Tomorrow has serious Bad Day potential. We'll see how that turns out - stay tuned for the exciting details!
Friday, April 27, 2007
*Shrug*
Finally got back in touch with AG tonight. I was right in guessing that she's been swamped for the past week (externship, classwork, interviews) and that's why we hadn't had a chance to talk.
She does have the interview here in NYC next Monday but she has tentative plans with a law school classmate Sunday night, so I won't get to see her then unless the classmate bails. She's been told the interview will be over at noon and she doesn't have to be at the airport until 4 so we may try to meet for lunch on Monday.
For what it's worth, she seems to really want a job she interviewed for in Kansas City, but those folks are jerking her around and trying to get her to take a position in Omaha, which she's not at all interested in. Other than that I think she likes the sound of the NY job, and if they're flying her out and putting her up in a hotel for the second time, I have to figure they're at least seriously considering her.
I'm still not sure what to make of this - she seemed a bit giggly when we were talking but that might be because she'd just woken up from a nap. So, once again I'm saying, "we'll see." In any case, she doesn't hate or or anything.
She does have the interview here in NYC next Monday but she has tentative plans with a law school classmate Sunday night, so I won't get to see her then unless the classmate bails. She's been told the interview will be over at noon and she doesn't have to be at the airport until 4 so we may try to meet for lunch on Monday.
For what it's worth, she seems to really want a job she interviewed for in Kansas City, but those folks are jerking her around and trying to get her to take a position in Omaha, which she's not at all interested in. Other than that I think she likes the sound of the NY job, and if they're flying her out and putting her up in a hotel for the second time, I have to figure they're at least seriously considering her.
I'm still not sure what to make of this - she seemed a bit giggly when we were talking but that might be because she'd just woken up from a nap. So, once again I'm saying, "we'll see." In any case, she doesn't hate or or anything.
Ew.
As any New Yorkers out there will know, it's kinda gross out today. I gather once the rain passes, the weather will be nice towards the end of the weekend.
Most days I take a bus to work. The B51 stops basically right in front of my building (halfway up the block, to be specific) and takes me to City Hall, which is a short (about 5 minutes) walk to my office. On the other hand, the subway station is about a 7 minute walk from my apartment, and then 4 minutes to the office. In addition to there being less walking (nice when it's really hot or really cold), I like to take the bus because 1) I know exactly (theoretically - more on this later) when it's coming, 2) it gets disgustingly hot on the subway platforms in the summer, 3) when the weather isn't great I can wait inside the front door of my building until the bus gets there, and 4) the bus isn't nearly as crowded as the subway.
On some recent days, though, a wrench has been thrown into the works. Specifically, my bus has been early. WAY early. Like, ten minutes early. Now, I'm all for punctuality, but come on. Morning commuter buses have to run according to schedule. How am I supposed to plan my morning if the bus is going to be gone by the time I get to the curb (five minutes ahead of time)?
Today, of course, this was more of an issue, because of the weather. I decided to wait for the next bus (a half hour later) and it didn't show up! (At least, as of 10 minutes behind its schedule.) So I trudged to the subway, finally made it to work... SOAKED.
At least I'm mostly dry now.
Most days I take a bus to work. The B51 stops basically right in front of my building (halfway up the block, to be specific) and takes me to City Hall, which is a short (about 5 minutes) walk to my office. On the other hand, the subway station is about a 7 minute walk from my apartment, and then 4 minutes to the office. In addition to there being less walking (nice when it's really hot or really cold), I like to take the bus because 1) I know exactly (theoretically - more on this later) when it's coming, 2) it gets disgustingly hot on the subway platforms in the summer, 3) when the weather isn't great I can wait inside the front door of my building until the bus gets there, and 4) the bus isn't nearly as crowded as the subway.
On some recent days, though, a wrench has been thrown into the works. Specifically, my bus has been early. WAY early. Like, ten minutes early. Now, I'm all for punctuality, but come on. Morning commuter buses have to run according to schedule. How am I supposed to plan my morning if the bus is going to be gone by the time I get to the curb (five minutes ahead of time)?
Today, of course, this was more of an issue, because of the weather. I decided to wait for the next bus (a half hour later) and it didn't show up! (At least, as of 10 minutes behind its schedule.) So I trudged to the subway, finally made it to work... SOAKED.
At least I'm mostly dry now.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Same Old
Called AG earlier tonight. No answer, I decided not to leave a message, figuring maybe she'd see the missed call and ring back or maybe I'd try her again later on. Didn't hear back and decided against calling again. I'll email her from work tomorrow.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Out of Sync
Losing weight has been a goal of mine for a while now, albeit one that I've actively pursued, honestly, only intermittently. I've resisted what I call (for lack of a better term) "gimmick diets" (things like Atkins, South Beach, etc.) because I believe (and reasonably so, I think) that all that's necessary is a healthy diet and regular exercise and things should take care of themselves.
Well, in principle that's all very well and good, but the problem I've had (aside from the intervals when I have no energy for any of this at all, but that's a separate issue) is getting my ducks in a row, so to speak. Specifically, getting in sync, for any significant period of time, such that I'm both eating well and getting enough exercise. A lot of the time it's just one or the other.
Take this past weekend for example. The weather was good so I biked both days - just short of an hour on Saturday, just over an hour on Sunday. That was good. BUT, as I mentioned in another post, Saturday afternoon I went to a beer garden, ate sausage, polished off well over a pitcher on my own (and maybe closer to two), and then went out for a burger afterwards. I don't know if I'd say "one step forward, two steps back," but it was definitely at least "one step forward, one step back."
I have to be able to do both at the same time, or it's going to be very slow progress (if any at all). So, something else to think about this spring and summer.
Well, in principle that's all very well and good, but the problem I've had (aside from the intervals when I have no energy for any of this at all, but that's a separate issue) is getting my ducks in a row, so to speak. Specifically, getting in sync, for any significant period of time, such that I'm both eating well and getting enough exercise. A lot of the time it's just one or the other.
Take this past weekend for example. The weather was good so I biked both days - just short of an hour on Saturday, just over an hour on Sunday. That was good. BUT, as I mentioned in another post, Saturday afternoon I went to a beer garden, ate sausage, polished off well over a pitcher on my own (and maybe closer to two), and then went out for a burger afterwards. I don't know if I'd say "one step forward, two steps back," but it was definitely at least "one step forward, one step back."
I have to be able to do both at the same time, or it's going to be very slow progress (if any at all). So, something else to think about this spring and summer.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Tick Tock
No interaction with AG since phone tag last Monday night. I'm toying with the idea of giving her a call later on this week, maybe Wednesdayish, to see what the deal is with her trip back to NYC next Sunday/Monday. On the other hand, though, I don't want to be pushy. What to do, what to do...
Beer + Garden =
On Saturday afternoon, to take advantage of the great weather I mentioned, some friends and I headed out to Bohemian Hall in Astoria. According to the website, there used to be hundreds of beer gardens in NYC, but with the real estate market being what it is (i.e. who needs outdoor space when we could have MORE LUXURY CONDOS?!?!), now there's just the one.
The trip out was apparently a good idea, as A) we ran into a whole bunch of people we knew, and B) by late afternoon there was a line around the block to get in. Fortunately, we were there early enough (well, two of my friends were there early enough - I was an hour behind schedule) to get some table space. I'd never had Staropramen before, but I liked it better than the standard Pilsner Urquell.
Afterwards, we went to Donovan's in Woodside for burgers. I guess they were good, but my taste buds were pretty numb from all the beer.
The trip out was apparently a good idea, as A) we ran into a whole bunch of people we knew, and B) by late afternoon there was a line around the block to get in. Fortunately, we were there early enough (well, two of my friends were there early enough - I was an hour behind schedule) to get some table space. I'd never had Staropramen before, but I liked it better than the standard Pilsner Urquell.
Afterwards, we went to Donovan's in Woodside for burgers. I guess they were good, but my taste buds were pretty numb from all the beer.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
This Is Me Overthinking
It's Thursday evening as I write this. I haven't heard anything from Airport Girl since we played phone tag on Monday night. I'm not going to rush to call her back; no need to spook her. If she wants to talk about career-related stuff, as she said, I'm happy to do so, but she can call me for that; regarding next weekend when she's supposed to be here, I can wait until next week to try to talk to her again about that.
Generally speaking, though, this is the point in this process when I start second-guessing myself. I wonder, "what did I do wrong?" I suppose there are four possible answers to that question. I'll answer them in order of frequency that they happen to me, from lowest to highest:
Whatever. Things work out, or they don't. I dwell on this shit far too much.
Generally speaking, though, this is the point in this process when I start second-guessing myself. I wonder, "what did I do wrong?" I suppose there are four possible answers to that question. I'll answer them in order of frequency that they happen to me, from lowest to highest:
- I didn't do anything wrong, and the girl at hand is interested. Hey, great. Wish this happened more.
- I did something wrong, and the girl was interested. I suppose this has two subsets:
- The girl was interested, but because of something I screwed up, she no longer is.
- The girl remains interested, despite what I did.
- I did something wrong, but the girl wasn't interested to start with, so no harm done.
- I didn't do anything wrong, but the girl wasn't interested to start with, so it really doesn't matter what I did.
Whatever. Things work out, or they don't. I dwell on this shit far too much.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Adventures in Coffee
Yesterday morning I decided to go with some high-octane coffee (i.e. double espresso from Starbucks) instead of my regular large with skim and sugar from the deli up the block. Well, I think I should just stick to the usual. The espresso (a "doppio" according to the assholes behind the counter) has a whole lot of kick, but then the crash happens really quickly. You'd really have to keep drinking that stuff to maintain a good level of coffee buzz and that's not my plan.
Hmm, maybe "adventures" was too strong of a word.
Hmm, maybe "adventures" was too strong of a word.
"Some Days Are Better Than Others"
Zooropa was, by most accounts, not U2's finest effort. (As an aside, while my observation has been that most critics and fans rank it ahead of Pop in the band's catalog, I give Pop a slight edge and consider Zooropa their worst studio album. Odd, in view of the fact that Zooropa came out right when I started listening to U2, but there you have it.) Towards the end, though, it's got a song that I think sort of hits pretty well on how I feel lately.
"Some Days Are Better Than Others," I suppose, could be read to be about manic depression or just about the variety of emotions and experiences presented by life. That's the way I am lately (though, I don't know, maybe I've always been like this but am only noticing it recently). Some days, I just don't care about what the future holds, or the fact that I'm always single or why that is, I'm just content to sort of enjoy whatever is going on. Every now and then, though, there'll be a day where I feel... almost crushingly isolated. Before I moved to NYC a few years ago, I read something to the effect that sometimes you can feel really lonely in a big city, even when there are lots of people around, or, I suppose, because there are lots of people around and yet you're not connected to any of them, really. Days like that are bad. I'm not going to dwell on this any more, at the moment, because it's a bit depressing thinking about it. Perhaps next time I have one of those days I'll write about it.
Incidentally, the following song on Zooropa, "The First Time," is just beautiful. I have no idea what it's about, but it's beautiful nonetheless.
"Some Days Are Better Than Others," I suppose, could be read to be about manic depression or just about the variety of emotions and experiences presented by life. That's the way I am lately (though, I don't know, maybe I've always been like this but am only noticing it recently). Some days, I just don't care about what the future holds, or the fact that I'm always single or why that is, I'm just content to sort of enjoy whatever is going on. Every now and then, though, there'll be a day where I feel... almost crushingly isolated. Before I moved to NYC a few years ago, I read something to the effect that sometimes you can feel really lonely in a big city, even when there are lots of people around, or, I suppose, because there are lots of people around and yet you're not connected to any of them, really. Days like that are bad. I'm not going to dwell on this any more, at the moment, because it's a bit depressing thinking about it. Perhaps next time I have one of those days I'll write about it.
Incidentally, the following song on Zooropa, "The First Time," is just beautiful. I have no idea what it's about, but it's beautiful nonetheless.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Airport Girl (#3)
I didn't hear back from Airport Girl on Monday or Tuesday (nor did I expect to, since she flew back to St. Louis Monday night and presumably had to catch up on work on Tuesday). Wednesday evening I decided to give her a call. No answer and I didn't leave a voice message, figuring to try again a little later, but she called me back before too long.
Airport Girl told me that she didn't think the interview had gone so well; they'd given her some specific stuff to prepare to talk about, and then had surprised her by throwing out some questions that were both unanticipated and outside her field, presumably to test her ability to think on her feet. She felt like she'd done poorly on those questions, though very well with the prepared material. She also mentioned that the address the company had given her was out of date and so as a result she'd been late to her interview, and the timing of her whole day was thrown off right up until she got back to Newark Airport (thanks to my directions), when her flight back home was, of course, delayed.
Since Airport Girl was on her way out to pub trivia night with friends, we didn't talk for long, but she told me she'd keep me posted on how things were going. Fast forward to the following Monday (i.e. yesterday) and I figured I'd check in, so I sent her an email - you know, funny link, comment about the weather, nothing too serious. Her response thanked me for the link and then let me know that she'd gotten a second interview here in NYC, which will be about two weeks from now, and she'd keep me posted on the details.
I was happy to hear that she'd be coming back, so I wrote back to congratulate her on the interview (and ask whether she meant a second interview at the same consulting firm or an interview somewhere else, since her initial response was unclear), and also to say that if she has time while she's here, I'd like to take her out - maybe even find a real restaurant this time around, what with it not being Easter. Her response to this was a bit off-putting. Airport Girl let me know that it was a second interview at the same consulting firm and also that if I had time, she'd like to talk to me about employment options and job searching and whatnot, since I went through the same process not too long ago; she would call me when she had a chance. I say "off-putting," as you may have guessed, because she said precisely zero about my offer to take her out. I'm not exactly sure what that means.
While I was at the gym last night Airport Girl called me; I tried her back when I got home but there was no answer. I suppose we'll talk tonight or later in the week, and I'll see how things feel at that point.
Airport Girl told me that she didn't think the interview had gone so well; they'd given her some specific stuff to prepare to talk about, and then had surprised her by throwing out some questions that were both unanticipated and outside her field, presumably to test her ability to think on her feet. She felt like she'd done poorly on those questions, though very well with the prepared material. She also mentioned that the address the company had given her was out of date and so as a result she'd been late to her interview, and the timing of her whole day was thrown off right up until she got back to Newark Airport (thanks to my directions), when her flight back home was, of course, delayed.
Since Airport Girl was on her way out to pub trivia night with friends, we didn't talk for long, but she told me she'd keep me posted on how things were going. Fast forward to the following Monday (i.e. yesterday) and I figured I'd check in, so I sent her an email - you know, funny link, comment about the weather, nothing too serious. Her response thanked me for the link and then let me know that she'd gotten a second interview here in NYC, which will be about two weeks from now, and she'd keep me posted on the details.
I was happy to hear that she'd be coming back, so I wrote back to congratulate her on the interview (and ask whether she meant a second interview at the same consulting firm or an interview somewhere else, since her initial response was unclear), and also to say that if she has time while she's here, I'd like to take her out - maybe even find a real restaurant this time around, what with it not being Easter. Her response to this was a bit off-putting. Airport Girl let me know that it was a second interview at the same consulting firm and also that if I had time, she'd like to talk to me about employment options and job searching and whatnot, since I went through the same process not too long ago; she would call me when she had a chance. I say "off-putting," as you may have guessed, because she said precisely zero about my offer to take her out. I'm not exactly sure what that means.
While I was at the gym last night Airport Girl called me; I tried her back when I got home but there was no answer. I suppose we'll talk tonight or later in the week, and I'll see how things feel at that point.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Airport Girl (Part the Second)
When the plane landed in Newark, Airport Girl and I met up on the jetway and resumed our conversation. I don't remember exactly what we were talking about, small talk about traveling or whatever. We walked together to baggage claim and while we were waiting for my suitcase to show up, she asked whether I was doing anything that night, and if not, whether I might like to have dinner together. All I had planned with a night in front of the TV, so, no fool I, I said that that sounded great.
We made our way to the AirTrain, continuing to talk about life in NY or traveling or whatever, and then to NJ Transit. Once we'd gotten to Penn Station and up to street level, we exchanged cell phone numbers and split up, Airport Girl to her hotel and me to my apartment to drop off my suitcase and take a shower; I told her I'd call in about an hour. I made my way home, took a shower, called back, and made plans to meet her at her hotel for some food.
Once I got there I tried to come up with a place to eat, and had a good idea in mind, but stupid me forgot to realize that it was Easter, and therefore Morrell Wine Bar was closed, along with just about everywhere else. After walking around for half an hour or so, we decided to just have a light bite at the deli next to Airport Girl's hotel, which we had noticed was open when we left it in the first place. After that we went back to the bar in her hotel and had a couple of drinks.
Fast forward to about midnight, the bar is closing. (I know, I know, but it was Easter.) Airport Girl's interview was at 9 the next morning and I had a long subway ride home and work at 10. Kiss on the cheek, exchanged contact info, she said she'd let me know how the interview went. When I got off the subway near home I texted her to with her luck; she wrote back and thanked me.
We made our way to the AirTrain, continuing to talk about life in NY or traveling or whatever, and then to NJ Transit. Once we'd gotten to Penn Station and up to street level, we exchanged cell phone numbers and split up, Airport Girl to her hotel and me to my apartment to drop off my suitcase and take a shower; I told her I'd call in about an hour. I made my way home, took a shower, called back, and made plans to meet her at her hotel for some food.
Once I got there I tried to come up with a place to eat, and had a good idea in mind, but stupid me forgot to realize that it was Easter, and therefore Morrell Wine Bar was closed, along with just about everywhere else. After walking around for half an hour or so, we decided to just have a light bite at the deli next to Airport Girl's hotel, which we had noticed was open when we left it in the first place. After that we went back to the bar in her hotel and had a couple of drinks.
Fast forward to about midnight, the bar is closing. (I know, I know, but it was Easter.) Airport Girl's interview was at 9 the next morning and I had a long subway ride home and work at 10. Kiss on the cheek, exchanged contact info, she said she'd let me know how the interview went. When I got off the subway near home I texted her to with her luck; she wrote back and thanked me.
Stories Generally, and Airport Girl (Part 1)
A word of warning. Some of my friends know this, others may not. When I tell stories, I get long-winded, and I tend to write long sentences with lots of commas and semicolons and parentheticals. So, uh, be prepared, and be aware that I am trying to keep things concise, I'm just not very good at it.
The (possibly still developing, as of this writing) story of Airport Girl is what spurred me to start writing this. If it crashes and burns, then I have no doubt it'll be representative of the other straws that have been building up on the camel's back. If it works out well, hey, great.
Last weekend I was in St. Louis. Though the weather in the Midwest was fine, the flight, which was scheduled to depart at about 1pm local, was delayed due to bad weather in Newark; the anticipated departure time wasn't certain, but it was probably around 3pm. Because I'd been to hockey and baseball games over the weekend, I had both Rangers and Mets gear with me; at the airport I was wearing a Rangers jersey (because, uncharacteristically, I had packed too few shirts and didn't have anything better to wear on the trip home) and Mets hat (because it's less things to carry if you wear it rather than hold it).
I'm sitting near the gate waiting for info about the flight, reading, listening to music, when someone taps on my shoulder. I look up and it's an attractive young blonde woman in a black sweater; earlier I'd noticed her talking to some other passengers with young children in a friendly manner. We'll call her (duh) Airport Girl. She asks if I'm from New York, picking up on the gear I'm wearing, and when I tell her that I am, she asks if I can explain to her how to get into Manhattan from Newark Airport. I say sure, you take the AirTrain from the terminal to the New Jersey Transit station, and then NJT to Penn Station. But hey, I'm doing the same thing, we'll walk together and I'll make sure you don't get lost.
We talk some more, and it comes out that we're both lawyers; she's actually an LLM student (LLM : JD :: MS : BS) on her way to NYC for a job interview. She's from Canada; I love Canada like Rade Serbedzija's character in EuroTrip loves Miami Wice (sic.). (Yes, really. And yes, I really just made that analogy.) We make some more small talk about law school and whatever else, and then it's time to board. So that happens, and we fly to Newark. End scene 1, or whatever.
The (possibly still developing, as of this writing) story of Airport Girl is what spurred me to start writing this. If it crashes and burns, then I have no doubt it'll be representative of the other straws that have been building up on the camel's back. If it works out well, hey, great.
Last weekend I was in St. Louis. Though the weather in the Midwest was fine, the flight, which was scheduled to depart at about 1pm local, was delayed due to bad weather in Newark; the anticipated departure time wasn't certain, but it was probably around 3pm. Because I'd been to hockey and baseball games over the weekend, I had both Rangers and Mets gear with me; at the airport I was wearing a Rangers jersey (because, uncharacteristically, I had packed too few shirts and didn't have anything better to wear on the trip home) and Mets hat (because it's less things to carry if you wear it rather than hold it).
I'm sitting near the gate waiting for info about the flight, reading, listening to music, when someone taps on my shoulder. I look up and it's an attractive young blonde woman in a black sweater; earlier I'd noticed her talking to some other passengers with young children in a friendly manner. We'll call her (duh) Airport Girl. She asks if I'm from New York, picking up on the gear I'm wearing, and when I tell her that I am, she asks if I can explain to her how to get into Manhattan from Newark Airport. I say sure, you take the AirTrain from the terminal to the New Jersey Transit station, and then NJT to Penn Station. But hey, I'm doing the same thing, we'll walk together and I'll make sure you don't get lost.
We talk some more, and it comes out that we're both lawyers; she's actually an LLM student (LLM : JD :: MS : BS) on her way to NYC for a job interview. She's from Canada; I love Canada like Rade Serbedzija's character in EuroTrip loves Miami Wice (sic.). (Yes, really. And yes, I really just made that analogy.) We make some more small talk about law school and whatever else, and then it's time to board. So that happens, and we fly to Newark. End scene 1, or whatever.
A word about inspiration...
In December or so, I read a book called Twenty-Something by a young English author named Iain Hollingshead. It's a first-person account of a young man's year-long journey of self-discovery. (That sounds really trite, I know, but the book is quite good.) Presumably, it's more than a little bit autobiographical.
After I finished it, I decided that in January I was going to do the same thing. Maybe it'd just be for myself, maybe I'd share it with my friends, but I was going to write, by gum. (When I was younger, there was a point when I wanted to be a writer, but then I tried and realized I wasn't any good at it.)
Well, given the fact that it's April 16th as I write this, I'm sure you can infer how that turned out. In the interest of plugging a good book, though... there it is.
After I finished it, I decided that in January I was going to do the same thing. Maybe it'd just be for myself, maybe I'd share it with my friends, but I was going to write, by gum. (When I was younger, there was a point when I wanted to be a writer, but then I tried and realized I wasn't any good at it.)
Well, given the fact that it's April 16th as I write this, I'm sure you can infer how that turned out. In the interest of plugging a good book, though... there it is.
2007.
I'm going to turn 30 this year. Not until December, yeah, but it still feels... impending, you know? When my father turned 30, he was married. 20 months later, I was born. Two years or so later, he and my mom had bought the house in the suburbs.
Now, I'm not my father, and as much as I look up to him, I'm perfectly fine with not living his life. And I know that people these days are doing all that stuff older than they did in previous generations, yadda yadda yadda. But still, as a point of comparison, it makes me feel like I'm not really accomplishing anything. I know that sounds weird and vague, but there it is.
Anyway, that's only partially, tangentially related to what this is actually (maybe going to be) all about. See, going hand in hand with the fact that I'm pushing 30, many of my good friends are at the same point in life. Many, in fact, are engaged, married, or even (in a few cases) having kids already. And that, (probably non-existent) readers, is the source of much of my consternation. (Did I spell that right?)
I don't really know what I'm doing wrong. I mean, in a broader sense, yeah, more self-confidence, lose some weight, yeah, that's the easy stuff. But I swear, I must've missed the day in middle school where they teach you how to interact with the opposite sex on a more-than-friends level. Because I just do not know how.
So, I suppose this is going to be a chronicle of my quest to figure out how, though later in life than I should be doing so, and any other interesting stuff that might happen along the way.
Now, I'm not my father, and as much as I look up to him, I'm perfectly fine with not living his life. And I know that people these days are doing all that stuff older than they did in previous generations, yadda yadda yadda. But still, as a point of comparison, it makes me feel like I'm not really accomplishing anything. I know that sounds weird and vague, but there it is.
Anyway, that's only partially, tangentially related to what this is actually (maybe going to be) all about. See, going hand in hand with the fact that I'm pushing 30, many of my good friends are at the same point in life. Many, in fact, are engaged, married, or even (in a few cases) having kids already. And that, (probably non-existent) readers, is the source of much of my consternation. (Did I spell that right?)
I don't really know what I'm doing wrong. I mean, in a broader sense, yeah, more self-confidence, lose some weight, yeah, that's the easy stuff. But I swear, I must've missed the day in middle school where they teach you how to interact with the opposite sex on a more-than-friends level. Because I just do not know how.
So, I suppose this is going to be a chronicle of my quest to figure out how, though later in life than I should be doing so, and any other interesting stuff that might happen along the way.
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