It's been a while...

Oh my god. So tonight I was im-ing with some guy. And he was pretty corny but he was nice and interesting enough so I thought I would chat with him. He made one of those not funny "don't worry I won't tell the trivia police" unnecessary jokes when I admitted to not knowing something uninteresting and barely relevant. I grimaced.

But the coup de grace came at the end of the convo when he hit me with a double whammy: a knock knock joke followed by an emoticon happy face. I mean a knock knock joke is bad enough. But it was a particularly bad one. And a smiley face emoticon is bad enough, but a self congratulating emoticon is the worst.

Am I a SWANS? are you a SWANS? Let's find out!

I may be a SWAN! I mentioned Dr. Christine B. Whelan, who wrote Why Smart Men Marry Smart Women (Simon & Schuster, 2006). For an author of this kind of "literature" Whelan seems pretty smart, which is what, I guess, gives her licence to choose the title of her book. Then again, she lives in Iowa city, which isn't a very smart choice. She could be a smart and a masochist... Anyhoo, Dr. Whelan created a great anagram. SWANS: Smart Woman Acheiver No Spouse.

Not sure if you're a SWANS? Take the quiz. Then let's check back in a few hours to share results. This is fun.

The Chris Mystery is Solved... And the cliche is proven to be true

Oh, I meant to tell you this. Remember Chris? The scientist Chris ( not the aggressive kisser/fan of mozzarella stick flavored chips Chris) ? Well, if you do, you will remember being totally confused, as I was, by his behavior. His seeming interest followed by... no follow up. Well, I met both Chrises through my friend Betty. And Betty just told me something interesting that she found out a few months ago.... Apparently, Betty ran into Chris and feigned ignorance of our date, casually asking "Oh, did you ever go out with my friend?" Chris replied something along the lines of "Oh yeah, we got dinner. She's really awesome. But, you know, she's really smart and intellectual and into politics. And after work, I just wanna, you know, relax." The irony, of course, is that this was my politics-light self. My appropriate for a smart yet uncurious scientist who does not stray from the right brain (pardon the false binary). If I hadn't toned it down, I wonder, would his head have exploded?

It's kind of cool to get this info. Of course, it helps that I wasn't madly in love with him or even very into him. I'm unclear whether this falls under the "men are intimidated by smart women" cliche, or whether he's just kind of boring... Thoughts?

Of course, Dr. Christine B. Whelan would argue that smart men dig smart women. Hmmmmm. I don't know

HO-use

So, it's been a while. Sorry guys. I hope you've been able to deal.

I find it so appealing to stay in and not go out, but that's not, contrary to popular belief, a good way to meet people. I think that discovering and falling in House, the show and man, has made this worse. I really think I could spend the rest of my life hanging out with Greg House. Which is not healthy. He's a) not emotionally available b) a cripple (emotionally, haha, you almost got be for being ableist) and c) not real.

Anyway, I've tried to force myself to go out more. I just can't divorce the feeling of going out from the feeling of being on the prowl-- which I am, I guess, but in a kind of inactive lazy way. And then I feel all this pressure to come back with a catch. Not like I'd literally come home wi with a hook in his mouth. Or with a guy I was carrying by biting his neck like a tiger. That would be funny. Honestly, one of the best things about being in a relationship is being able to stay in, without the boyf, and not feel like you are actively sabotaging your chances of procreation.

So... let's see... what to report. There was this dude named Joe I met at a party a while ago who was cool and seemed interested in me. We did the facebook e-mail thing back and forth for a while but then that died off. I think it was actually my turn to email back. But it's hard to sustain and e-mail thing with someone you've met once. Maybe I'll reach out, out of the blue to him.

Then I met this guy Bryan at a party I went to with my friend Willa, who I spoke to for 5 minutes, but for whatever fantastic (as in fantasy, not great) or pheromonal reason, I felt I had a "connection with." I added him on Facebook AND added a message to the add. He accepted but didn't even respond to the message. LAME. That may actually be worse than not accepting or an outright rejection. It's just tacky and makes me feel like our facebook friendship is meaningless. I feel cheap. Whatevs. I think he's in love with Willa, anyway, who talked to him for 30 minutes. And, of course, she has a boyfriend. Ain't that always the way it goes. So he goes in the "dead to me" box.

More updates later. I think you'll be hearing from me a lot more because at least if I can write about things, then the XY terrorists haven't total won.

p.s. I have no idea who this Silvia woman is. But I wanted to demonstrate the facebook add + message combo and this is the best thing I found on google images.