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Predilections, and Persuasions
Where to begin...
*points*
There, I shall begin....
I went rollerblading for the first time yesterday with a friend.
Most delightful.
We went to a place called "greenlake" a nice round lake with a path around it quite suitable for such things.
We did three laps which is approximately 10 miles give or take a bit.
Interesting how individual perspective varies...
I personally thought I had done "ok" although I wished I had gotten a smoother style down, occasionally I did manage to get in the groove...
My friend however was both amazed and secretly disappointed I think, that I didn't bite pavement once.
Incidentally the three times I did nearly kiss the concrete were strangely coinciding with each time I passed a particular female in a blue bikini...
Note to self: when attempting a rather precarious new activity involving the awkward propulsion of your body above a set of wheels, keeping ones eyes in a forward direction is greatly instrumental in maintaining all of ones teeth.
I guess it comes down to this, while I do not fear failure, my priority lies in doing things with style as opposed to just "not busting my ass on the pavement"
I am finally getting a haircut tomorrow, I have been desperately needing one for weeks, but my stylist was on vacation...
What does it say about me if my longest intimate relationship (3.5 years) is significantly shorter than my relationship with my hairdresser (reaching towards ten years)
On my 30th birthday (5 years away) I will have had the same person cutting my hair almost exclusively (I was forced to have my hair cut by another person on three occasions, and I regret each one) for more than half of my life.
I had to choose a primary care physician for HMO today... They had this nifty web site with pictures, bio's, and nifty tidbits about my various choices.
This is a bad thing I think.
As I reached for the phone to inform them of my choice, I realized I had approached it as I would a dating service, all of my choices were young, attractive females.
I decided to revisit the site and read the entire bit on each of the doctors available at my preferred clinic and try to ignore the pictures, while I was mostly unsuccessful at the latter part, I did come up with a different list (they ask you to choose several in case your first choice is not taking new clients at the moment)
Of course my first choice in the first list, surprisingly enough remained my first choice.... Part of me, clamoring at my weakness, secretly hoped she wasn't taking new clients.
Fate has a wonderful sense of humor...
So next Thursday, at approximately 9:30am, I will be standing in a gown, with an attractive woman's hand in my crotch, telling me to turn my head and cough.
Now don't mistake this is as some perverse sexual thing, in fact it will most likely be an unpleasant and uncomfortable situation for me.
I have a severe weakness when it comes to an attractive woman.
In fact my friends take a poll amongst themselves on an annual basis, roughly coinciding with my birthday, on what exactly the method of my demise will be and approximately how long I have left..
Last years statistics were roughly thus:
73% Thought I would die by a woman's hand (of those the predilection was strongly favoring a lover or former lover)
14% Believed the meeting between me and my maker would result from my tendencies towards excessive speed, primarily with regard to my motorcycle.
8% Were confidant that it would be in a bizarre violent manner due to my tendencies toward peculiar lifestyles
4% Debated amongst themselves various methods of violent, bizarre or otherwise unnatural deaths
1% Held out for a peaceful death as an old man in my sleep
The average of their predictions for my life expectancy was : 34 years
With friends like these......
*points*
There, I shall begin....
I went rollerblading for the first time yesterday with a friend.
Most delightful.
We went to a place called "greenlake" a nice round lake with a path around it quite suitable for such things.
We did three laps which is approximately 10 miles give or take a bit.
Interesting how individual perspective varies...
I personally thought I had done "ok" although I wished I had gotten a smoother style down, occasionally I did manage to get in the groove...
My friend however was both amazed and secretly disappointed I think, that I didn't bite pavement once.
Incidentally the three times I did nearly kiss the concrete were strangely coinciding with each time I passed a particular female in a blue bikini...
Note to self: when attempting a rather precarious new activity involving the awkward propulsion of your body above a set of wheels, keeping ones eyes in a forward direction is greatly instrumental in maintaining all of ones teeth.
I guess it comes down to this, while I do not fear failure, my priority lies in doing things with style as opposed to just "not busting my ass on the pavement"
I am finally getting a haircut tomorrow, I have been desperately needing one for weeks, but my stylist was on vacation...
What does it say about me if my longest intimate relationship (3.5 years) is significantly shorter than my relationship with my hairdresser (reaching towards ten years)
On my 30th birthday (5 years away) I will have had the same person cutting my hair almost exclusively (I was forced to have my hair cut by another person on three occasions, and I regret each one) for more than half of my life.
I had to choose a primary care physician for HMO today... They had this nifty web site with pictures, bio's, and nifty tidbits about my various choices.
This is a bad thing I think.
As I reached for the phone to inform them of my choice, I realized I had approached it as I would a dating service, all of my choices were young, attractive females.
I decided to revisit the site and read the entire bit on each of the doctors available at my preferred clinic and try to ignore the pictures, while I was mostly unsuccessful at the latter part, I did come up with a different list (they ask you to choose several in case your first choice is not taking new clients at the moment)
Of course my first choice in the first list, surprisingly enough remained my first choice.... Part of me, clamoring at my weakness, secretly hoped she wasn't taking new clients.
Fate has a wonderful sense of humor...
So next Thursday, at approximately 9:30am, I will be standing in a gown, with an attractive woman's hand in my crotch, telling me to turn my head and cough.
Now don't mistake this is as some perverse sexual thing, in fact it will most likely be an unpleasant and uncomfortable situation for me.
I have a severe weakness when it comes to an attractive woman.
In fact my friends take a poll amongst themselves on an annual basis, roughly coinciding with my birthday, on what exactly the method of my demise will be and approximately how long I have left..
Last years statistics were roughly thus:
73% Thought I would die by a woman's hand (of those the predilection was strongly favoring a lover or former lover)
14% Believed the meeting between me and my maker would result from my tendencies towards excessive speed, primarily with regard to my motorcycle.
8% Were confidant that it would be in a bizarre violent manner due to my tendencies toward peculiar lifestyles
4% Debated amongst themselves various methods of violent, bizarre or otherwise unnatural deaths
1% Held out for a peaceful death as an old man in my sleep
The average of their predictions for my life expectancy was : 34 years
With friends like these......