W. of Wabansia

“Like Like” Revisited and being Blunt

April 8, 2008 · 2 Comments

First here is a song by the Kills that I am obsessed with now.

Sometime in November I posted about the modern romantic phenomenon of not knowing what the hell is going on in a courtship and the super-abundance of gray area. Well last night while out with my friend “Lions” I was reminded of this post. He has been involved in this prolonged flirt courtship that is seeped in  sexual almosts, innuendo, and suggestion. Anyway he was talking about how he recently just bluntly asked this woman who has caught his eye what the score was.  I was a mix of things when he told me this.  I was a few parts shocked and a few parts excited, but mostly I was jealous of his daring disregard for modern romantic norms.  I mean he just asked and cleared the air. It was kinda of like seeing someone just solve a rubix cube in front of you.  He in a matter of minutes got an answer to a question.  He got a stock update, and is now able to move forward.

Well I am going to say, that I fully endorse this move, and I am going to say that we need to bring honesty back.  We need to apply the bluntness of crunk rap and punk music to our romantic lives.  We need to trade in our metaphors and our cryptic head nods for some simple declarative statements.   We need to start saying “hey, i think_______” and moving forward, instead of trying to play aloof, cool, and mute.  We need to take a tip from cnn and start getting a little romantic ticker that gives us some (honest) updates.  I mean think of how much more efficient our dating would become. Think about how much time, frustration, and agony spent misunderstanding or assuming could be skipped if we just said, “hey, it is obvious there is some flirtation going on here, but I don’t like you like that.” So lets try it. I mean, what do we have to lose? Things get awkward? Well, I think this type of awkward is nothing when compared to the kind of awkward the comes from making a move when it is unwanted.

Categories: Culture · dating
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HS Reunions

April 8, 2008 · 3 Comments

A couple more months and it is going to be my high school reunion. I was reminded of this after getting spam from the alumni office, which included a link to a registration form.  After some data input and strangely enough some charges made to my credit card–No, memories are not free–I was signed up for my 5 year high school reunion.   Not too long after hitting the submit button and sending in 80 bones (not including air fare and hotel) I began to day dream about what this experience would be like.

Going by the hollywood model, high school reunions are an opportunity for people to go back and see how much things have changed.  You are supposed to see that the quarterback and prom queen cheerleader are overweight and unhappily married with three obnoxious kids.  But per-usual my life is not going to resemble tinsel town. It cant when the star quarterback actually dressed for this years super bowl and there were no cheerleaders.

What also makes this whole reunion thing weird is that with the advent of stalkerbook, a lot of people are already going to know who got fat, pretty, successful, and everything else that brings people back.  So I am kinda curious as to how this is all going to play out.  Will people just pretend they don’t know your proverbial social security number as a result of many months lurking on FB? Or are there reasons aside from human curiosity that people come back? Are people going to be genuinely happy to see one another?  Or this just going to be an exercise in networking, smiling, and the routine 20 first date questions? Or have people kept is tight contact these past five years, and will this be something that is quite easy and normal for most?  Will this be fun? I have no idea. I do know I am going. As far as everything else. Who knows. Only guarantee is that I have reservations at the cocktail party.

Anyway, I was hoping that people would use the comments space to tell me why you would attend yours.

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