So this year I was supposed to be enjoying men like a good meal.  Enjoy it while it lasts, and when it’s gone, it’s gone.

So maybe this wasn’t the best plan for keeping things simple.

M and I are into food.  Sure we may be finished with something but we often want to know more about the meal.  What herbs and spices were used, was that a hint of carrot, etc… Sometimes we make an attempt to recreate something we had out.  Or use elements of a good meal in some other dish.

So, my last “dining” experience was awesome.  I tried to put it behind me, but two weeks later I find myself analyzing it and trying to find out why it was so good in the hopes of recreating it.  Or thinking somewhere back in my head that maybe I could go back for more.

BAD!

I need to convince myself that this place serves local/seasonal and I can’t go back and get the same thing.  The service may start to suck.  Something!

So, at school today, there were student musicians singing on the quad.  When Jen, 10HDG and I went to the free press thing in houston we saw this dude there.  He was spinning around, and we thought he was rolling. Since then, I’ve seen him a few times on campus, and he’s still smiling and telling everyone he loves them.  Now, I think he’s got it figured out.  Maybe a little crazy, but he is always so happy and appears to love everyone.

I took this video today before class, he was singing in celebration of what I think is National Comming Out day.

Yes, Jane Goodall.  Anthropologist.  Gorillas in the Mist…

The last few times I have gone downtown to hang out, I have felt completely out of place.

And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
Wife And you may ask yourself-well…how did I get here?

Rather than infiltrate there social group I feel the need to study it.  This is how I entertained myself during my last two visits to Shangri la (that at the $2.75 vodka tonics).  Not only was I completely amused/confused my the hipster summer wear and handle bar mustaches  but, there was something else that I couldn’t put my finger on. Who are these people?  Where did they come from?  Have they been here all along? How can they afford to drink so much?  Do they build their own bikes?

So last night wasn’t much different. (more…)

So last night I left the house to join a few friends on a pub crawl through “Mexico.”  I figured it would be a good opportunity to get out and meet new people.  It wasn’t a complete failure.  I talked to a few people.  But at the same time I was reminded me how much I don’t like being in extremely crowded social situations.

I am not a people person.  Small groups are good.  Even small groups in a bar are ok.  But when you enter the bar with a herd of people that is already crowded,  it gets a little scary.  I start to feel like a lost kid in a crowd who has lost their mom.    I stayed for 75% of the event but after awhile I needed to go back to my posse and just hang out for a bit.  For some people, liquor helps these situations,  After 1.5 beers and 3 vodka tonics, I was still feeling lost and alone in the sea of people.

Towards the end of the night 10hdg and M were back to the usual shenanigans.  Trying to match up their single friends with random strangers in the bar.  This time I managed to escape because they had another victim for the night.  I also think that they sensed that I was exhausted from being around people for the previous 6 hours.  I was at the point where I may have gone fetal if I was rejected by a random stranger. I would rather walk off disappointed that I wasn’t approached by anyone that evening.

Can I keep it down to one rejection per month?  I think I could handle that. At least until I get my rhino heart.

Good question.  I suppose I have a few more days to formulate a different answer.

With Obama at the nations helm, I suppose I too am looking for change.

A change in attitude (much needed)

A change in outlook (maybe a little less judging and pessimistic)

It’s time to pick myself up, dust myself off and begin the work of remaking me.

Me 2.0

That’s what I am looking for.

Stronger, Faster, maybe with that rhino heart…

Fort Knox - Photo from Wikipedia

This came up the other day so I decided to check out the definition. Choice #3 is a good fit.

guard·ed (gärdd)

Maybe I will tell you about it one day…. when you are older

So a friend has been talking about this recently.  I think it’s pretty funny.  These guys are genius.  Causing a scene with out causing any harm.  Watch the clip.  There’s one coming up in Austin soon, I think the end of the month.  You can follow the Flash Mob Austin on twitter, or you can see their website.  I’m definitely going to try to participate. It looks like tons of fun.  This one was Grand Central Station in NYC.

Come check it out, they’re saying the location is TBA right now.  When I know more I’ll let you know more.

This popped up in one of the blogs I read…

A piece of literature stands as an artifact of an individual’s experience; to read, appreciate, and ingest a piece of literature is to immerse yourself in the mind of another person. There is no closer intimacy than that achieved through immersion in the writings of another; the fear of someone reading your diary attests to this. Physical intimacy is a superficial closeness; behind the flesh and intensity of engagement, one can still hide one’s true self. In fact, many people engage in intense physical intimacy specifically to obscure their true selves. To know someone, you must interact with their mind; a piece of literature is the mind laid bare.

I often wonder about my little readers out there. How well do you think you know me? What I write may or may not be true but it had to come from something I experienced. Didn’t it?

Part of my frustration with dating is that I don’t know exactly what I am looking for. I will know it when I see it I think. In the back of my mind I know that eventually I would like to meet someone who is just like one of my best guy friends that I could never date because I feared that the friendship wouldn’t survive if it didn’t work out.

I am often too grounded. I question everything. I like looking after people. I need adventure, a co-conspirator, someone who can convince me that fairies exist.

I think this has sparked a recent interest in younger men. I joked about being a cougar in training. I am not looking at dating a twinkie. Just someone who hasn’t become bitter and jaded like myself.