2555 Means Something, But I Don’t Know What

January 3, 2011 · 4 comments

Life is good, dear reader:  life is good.

And busy.  Hoo-boy, is it busy.  What a great weekend.  I climbed North Dome and Sherrill on Friday with Heather, Tom, Debbie, Doug (whom I sort of know from the forum but hadn’t actually met in person) and some dude named Ed.  After dinner and dropping Debbie off, I swung over to my aunt and uncle’s house to catch the tail-end of their NYE party.  Saturday was spent (barely) sleeping in, running a few errands and heading over to my friend Wendy’s house for a NYD get-together.  After that, I picked up Valerie at her sister’s place in Rutherford, met up with Scott for dinner and got up not-too early on Sunday to go hiking with Heather, Tom, Scott, Katie, Val and Mike (another guy I know from the forum but hadn’t met irl).  We climbed Roundtop and Kaaterskill High Peak.  It was a good day.

I’ve sort of cleaned off my desk at home –  I need to adjust my feng shui for the rest of the winter, which is apparently already planned out.  Anything not related to winter peakbagging or the bar exam has got to go.  Those are really the only two things I’ll be doing between now and the end of March.

The bar is at the end of February and my review class starts next week.  It’ll be in Newark from 6-10PM, M-F.  Weekends will be spent snowshoeing in the Catskills.  Anything that doesn’t involve bar review or gear repair/prep simply won’t qualify as important for the next three months.

Except for sex.  I’ll make room in my schedule for that.  Match.com has not been particularly kind to me thusfar, but that’s no biggie – it’s an internet dating site and I have a love/hate relationship with those f*ckers anyway.  I’m open-minded but cynical and jaded, which is really the perfect combination for attracting a girl online, right?  We’ll see.

I had a couple of dates with this Russian chick who was pretty cool, but I haven’t heard from her in a couple of weeks.  I dropped the ball, but I did so on purpose.  Sadly, the test came out negative:  it seems that she’s not particularly interested.  And by “test” I mean I left the ball in her court to be the next one to initiate contact.  And she hasn’t.  Win some, lose more.  No big deal; I’m not in it for the chase right now anyway.  I’m looking for the weak/disoriented one so I can separate her from the pack and pounce.

Not really, but sort of.  I think I’m attracted to girls that need “saving”.  I want to be the knight in shining armor, riding to the rescue.  Thing is, the chicks that need “saving” aren’t really what I’m looking for in a woman.  I’m looking for someone who’s got her shit together and is going somewhere – anywhere, I don’t care.  I don’t need unbridled ambition or blind monomaniacal-ness, just not someone who’s maintaining a semi-acceptable status quo.  If I don’t like something about me or my life, I change it.  Character building can really suck, but it offers great rewards.  So yeah, I’m looking for a chick with character.

Fuck me, the looking blows, though.  Needle in a haystack and I’m not even sure if I’m looking in the right stack.

Again, no biggie:  you’ll get no whining from me tonight, dear reader.  Life is good and I wouldn’t have it any other way because it’s NOT any other way.  It is the way it is and I’m cool with that.  For the purposes of this sentence, I’m trying to figure out what part of my life I’d trade for a girl right now, and I’m not coming up with anything.  So yeah, we’ll see what happens.  I’ll keep you posted.

Again, I’m not really in it for the chase right now.  I’m not going to pursue and attempt to make something out of nothing.  The Russian chick was pretty cool, but I need it to go both ways – communication and desire and whatnot, that is.

Anyway, today was a day of exhaustion for me.  I could tell you why, but it’s probably NSFW and you already know enough tidbits about my inner workings.  Possibly that I didn’t have an opportunity to use my light box for most of this weekend.  I doubt it’s dehydration or malnutrition.  And probably not lack of human contact, though I could use some more of the full-frontal-skin-touching-with-a-girl thing.  *sigh* hold me.

lol fag.  It might be time to watch 300 or Gladiator again and/or read some Hemingway.  Right.  ‘Cause there’s nothing gay in that sentence.  “Do you like gladiator movies, Timmy?”  “Ever been in a Turkish prison?”  Man-up, Ted, and stop being so damned sensitive.

My priorities are more or less straight (by which I mean figured out).  I’m off to bed now; hopefully to wake up refreshed and to have a productive day tomorrow.

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Sara January 4, 2011 at 07:13

Good one, Ted xoxo

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melissa January 4, 2011 at 08:16

“I’m looking for the weak/disoriented one so I can separate her from the pack and pounce”–?! ROFL! seriously waiting for the universe to give you the girl with the hottest laugh ever, because you’ll be hearing it so often.

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Brian January 4, 2011 at 10:38

What is the hottest laugh ever? Is it like when you laugh so hard that you fart? That’s hot right?

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niceguyted January 4, 2011 at 14:20

Unless the fart’s a gamble and you lose. That’s like the opposite of hot. Unless you’re into German porn.

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