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START -->Dan Jabbar's Profile  Create Your Badge Well I know what I've been told U gotta know just when to fold, But I can’t do this all on my own No I know, I’m no superman I’m no superman PROFILE Not simple but neither am I the wiser. I'm a hugger, everyone knows I am. Just 'that other foreigner' in Europe trying to find his way somehow, picking up a few things along the way. I love my peeps, I really do, I've been there for them, they've been there for me. I live by simple 'Eye for an Eye' rules. I'll do unto thou what thouest doeth unto me. A futile attempt at Shakespeare but worth a try. Blogging is a past time like any other, I'm an avid gamer but I try to balance it out with a fairly active social life. TWITTER Music
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Saturday, April 25, 2009
Courtship  In the 21st century, most of the communication done is through the impersonal method of electronics and via teh interwebz(lol), which somewhat broadens the horizon when it comes to chicks. As nice as it may sound, depending on either party, technology is a very evil evil thing. For example, when you ask someone out, it usually begins with the request of certain means of contacting one another, like a phone or by instant messaging. Either ways, it doesn't really fit right. Why? In most cases, they will find out about each other beforehand, and maybe have already peaked having conversations that they won't have much left to say. But what if things go well? You send her home, kiss at the door, then drive home with that adrenaline from the initial kiss that you think might be the beginning of something beautiful. Or is it? You then head home, head still pumping but nothing to do... You look at your phone... You pick it up, and start typing. Wait what?! Didn't I already say good night along with the kiss at the door? Whatever happened to I'll CALL you TOMORROW? Yes, call. Most of it is done through mini bite-sized notes which we dubbed texts... Thats actually not the worst part, its the fact that it is saved, unless you choose to delete it. Right, so you text her. Oh joy, she replies! You've got a good conversation going right? OK good. As it gets deeper in, where what you say next may either get her more into you, or put her off completely. You press the send button... Here goes... The moment of truth... No turning back now... Silence. You see, silence isn't really a good thing because men have a really bad habit of overthinking when things start to not go according to plan. We factorise EVERYTHING down to the last smiley face. The fact that its a text, it can be perceived in any way. Something like selective perception. And our perception is ultimately retarded, it forces us to perceive the worst of things no matter how we try. Now you start overthinking; The last reply didn't have a smiley face, is she getting bored of me? Did I say something to come off as a player? Oh shit, she's taking longer than usual... Nah she's just sleeping... Or did she not want to talk to me anymore? Those thoughts paired with nothing to do is the ultimate cookie cutter for total retardation. If you have your phone long enough, you will know when a message is coming to it even before it beeps. Maybe your internet sign starts going grey notifying that a phone connection is being used, or maybe something starts blinking, whatever. You look out for there signs, which result in staring at your phone 15 times every fucking second, and re-reading her texts and your replies to her for comfort, until she replies "Oh sorry hun, I dozed off" at 9 in the morning with drool covering the screen. Oh great... Now she thinks I'm either too clingy or boring. Either ways, its total self-sabotage... Thats how we guys are. But then again, its all done for you girls to make sure we can make you as happy as possible without you asking for it. We try to read between the lines though fail epicaly. Give us guys a break once in a while, its all for a good cause; you. Anywho, yeah, just popped into my head, had to blog it before I forget. i tried to fly; 2:58 PM |
