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It's been a pretty uneventful Monday. Again, the network servers are Bust-O, so some of us luckier ones are vegging away, reading websites and stuff. At least I'm getting a chance to actually catch up on some blogs.

I didn't wake up today until 10:30 am. Last night, I left work at 3:00am. Tired as a sled dog on a hazy summer afternoon. Really feel like just dropping my head on the table and snore away. Alas, I don't think the Company likes people sleeping on the job. Keyboard indentations stay for a long time.


What did YOU do on the weekend? Well, I got to hang out with my friends on Saturday nite. The whole gang was pretty much there. Scot'ish, Fido, Mayday and LionQueen were all at Money. A little pretentious club in the heart of the dancing district on Richmond in Toronto. Also joining the "usuals" were Steffy, FoS (Friend of Steffy), and mute. Sorry, I didn't make up that nickname, but it's just too funny not to use it. :) Everybody seemed to have had a good time. Well eventually anyway. There were a lot of good looking girls there.... I'll have to go again, sans baggage. :P. Steffy, being the ever cooly gurl, got us all in easily. Remember, Money is one of those clubs which they actually pick and choose people to go in. Bouncers walk up and down, looking for the best looking gals, and they get pulled out of the line to be let in. Guys like me can only look helplessly and whimper in the blistering cold. Lucky that I know Steffy, who knew the bouncer, and yada yada, we were in within 15 minutes. All 9 of us! Even when I wasn't properly attired. I forgot that the original club we were going to, Fluid, had a strict dress code. I had on my stupid cargo pants, and was denied entry into Fluid. Snobs!! But hey, if you want to play the game, you gotta dress for the sport, huh? Just try to feel the love.... okay?!

Anyhow, without me sounding all uppity and everything, I'm very glad that I've never had a problem with talking to people, guys or girls. I don't mean to sound like I'm some pickup-artist or anything, but conversations have never been a problem. Anyone who's met me knows I'm about having a good time. You know the bit, "Why can't we get along??" That's my mantra.

Here's a "Dear Anne" for ya: If you're interested in a girl, then like, make an effort to let her know you're interested. If doing cartwheels half-naked over a hot bed of coals while singing the national athem with your hair on fire will get the girl of your choosing to be interested in you, well then start undressing while I pour the gasoline!

Really. If you take out a girl, and she's willing to go, make it LOOK like you're having a good time. Even if you're heck tired, and only wanna lie down and meditate on the back of your eyelids, don't! Stay awake and smile at her. Pay her the attention she needs. All girls need to know they're being wanted one time or another. Heck, all guys do too eventually. (Unless we're watching motorcycle racing, then we want complete and utter silence, except if you help me cheer for the Honda teams.)

Don't sit down unless she does. Accompany her to the bathroom and wait like a dutiful lapdog. Touch her elbow, or somewhere congruous to show you're treating her like a lady. They don't want to be mauled! Let her know that at least for tonight, she's your queen, and the object of your affection. Even if she doesn't like you that way, at least she'll appreciate the attention. Remeber, women congregate for safety reasons, much like elk and deer. If it doesn't work out between the 2 of you, she's probably got friends!! If you treat her well, and nothing comes of it, at least she can say... "Yeah, he's a GREAT guy, we didn't click, but maybe it'll work out with you." Stuff happens! Don't wait for it. Make it so!

Lastly, don't make it sound like you're too eager. Eager equates desperation. Women see desperation like men can a hockey puck travelling over 100mph, or the football in a 20 man fumble. Don't be the eager beaver after a date. When you're driving her home, relax. Put on some soothing music, talk in a lowered tone, and just let the comfort level reach to a point where you both can be silent, but still be content just to sit and enjoy the music. If she's hungry, suggest to grab a quick bite. She's probably as tired as you. So, don't do nothing fancy-schmancy. Do a 24 hr breakfast joint. That'll do ya both good.

Above all else, honesty works. Don't tell her you're a superstar when in life you're a superchump. Let them decide whether you're date material. I know that it's much more exciting to say you race motorcycles or save babies in your spare time, but let's not kid ourselves. The most exciting thing in most of our lives is finding an extra nickel in our pocket when we're 5 cent short of buying a soda. In all likelihood, unless she's 6 feet tall with legs running up to her back, she's no supermodel on the runways of France and Milan either. So trying to mega impress her right off the get go probably don't work.

...Showing her your Porsche key doesn't always work either, but I suppose it can't hurt. posted by losir at 6:07 PM