Wryeclan '08

I'm recovering from the week's reunion, nursing a few insights in what used to be my maternal Grandfather's basement, reading Charles Stross' Singularity Sky while browsing on dial up and otherwise hiding out from the late-summer Alberta heat:

1) I had no idea the reunion would hammer home my new singlehood at every turn;

2) My career path seems to bear no resemblance to anything my profession has anticipated, to judge by the capricious and unreasonable demands for even the most entry-level of positions;

3) I am rapidly accumulating demands on my time, not all of which are helpful. And on That note, i get to juggle quite a few of them this weekend. Heh.

Ah well, I fly home tomorrow. All will be well. And Stross is really enjoyable.

If I am so smart...

Why is it I've spent all week killing myself for my day job and various social obligations, only to now, finally having driven a stake through that project, find myself pulling an all-nighter before a 7AM flight (Bus at 430!) just so I can fire off a couple applications and maybe get some packing done. I clearly need to be doing something differently.

And one of the postings, I now see, evidently wants not merely references, but reference letters. For on call casual work with no guarntee of hours. Five years experience and I can't get an interview to answer the phones at XPL, and now this.

Why oh why did I ever enter this field? It surely seemed like a good idea at the time...

"What I'm saying is, I like you"

One interesting consequence of being attracted to intelligent women is that you sometimes find yourself hanging with people who are so smart that it makes them socially awkward, and they can be difficult to have conversation with because they find it so difficult to tone things down to your level. But when someone of that ilk takes a liking to you and wants to take you shopping for something a bit flashier, well, you just say yes, stupid, once you wrap your head around the fact she's not making fun of you. And try not to feel too much like a tongue-tied adolescent when you're around her. It's strange how many of us were shy growing up, now that we strut around in enough leather and harness to outfit a Roman legion, but there you are.

LadyFlourine has a boyfriend, has her pick of play partners, (all of whom are as intimidated as I am) and that awkwardness makes her hard to converse with, and yet somehow she sees something of interest here, and just wants to hang out and do normal things. She also gets a glint in her eye talking about piercings and eyeing my virginal skin, but she's just joshing.

...I think?

Choose your own adventure!

Someone you know, who you have told very clearly that you "could only be friends" has done her best to hold herself in check but has made a pass at you. Do you break her heart now and cut off all contact or try to compromise and almost certainly break her heart later anyways?

Do it now! turn to page 73

Do it later! turn to page 101


Fuck, I hate being put in this position. But you know? Some women must feel like this All. The. Time.

So for Today's dating site adventure...

I had to give the brush off to someone I believe to be a closeted transsexual who wrote every communication in rhyme. It was like having the Riddler come on to you, in a bad dress.

Hey, they can't *all* be fun and titillating stories...

Kinky Karaoke!

Went out to a karaoke night in the West End and had a good time with a mixed poly/kinky group, of which I knew a few folks. Good and interesting to see a younger crowd., but man, am I out of practice. My guts were roiling (the bad chinese food may have helped there), and I had a hard tome getting a solid core of air, but got to do a couple faves:





I still have JC Superstar stuck in my head from Sunday, to boot.

Been up late pretty much every night the last several days, since discovering a couple of interesting dating sites. Taking a couple pages from Savage Love and seeing if I can meet people who are good folks first and GG second. It's worth a shot...

Off to Pride...

...don't wait up.