Wow, I've been so productive today. I did million things I've been meaning to do for a long time now. Usually I'm too lazy to do anything, but today when I whirled around like crazy I noticed that when I actually just sat down and did nothing I was bored.
I don't remember the last time I was bored. If I have too much time and just laze around I enjoy it immensely. Today I didn't. I called a friend I haven't talked to for a while and during my phone call I had picked up a pen. I was doodling. When I put my phone down I had a sudden urge to draw. And I hate drawing.
I spent over an hour sketching while I was watching, or maybe listening would be better term for it, the telly. After I switched of the TV and concentrated on the task at the hand, time just flew by. At the end of my creative moment I noticed it was actually quite good. For me I mean. When I said I hate drawing, I really meant it. I don't think I have drawn anything in ten years. Not even doodled. I really don't like it, and I am not very good at it. Probably the reason for the lack of interest.
I think I need to revisit the things I claim to hate. It's actually pretty stupid to stop doing something just because you're not very good at it.
12/3/10
12/2/10
How to get a date or rather how I got mine
Seems like the best way to get a date is to act completely normal and be honest. I should know cos the weirdest thing happened to me today.
I stopped by this little gas station on my way home to buy cigarettes. I greeted the cashier friendly and was prepared to pay and leave when she looked up and smiled at me. She then told me that we had met at a party few weeks back. We started changing the appropriate replies and I was beginning to think she was on to me. She offered a cup of coffee and we sat down to talk some more.
Any of those things isn't weird, unusual maybe but not weird, but her next question was.
"What's your position on Kinsey Scale?"
My mind went blank. I was just about to ask if she wanted to go out with me, but the question died on my lips. Never before have I been so unable to answer properly. Or say something, anything. I was completely flabbergasted by her straight forward question. I have no trouble what-so-ever telling or admitting people I'm gay, but at that moment I couldn't even remember which way the numbers went on the scale. It seems I was quiet for little too long because she laughed at my bewildered expression, apologized and told me to forget it.
She was beginning to stand up and leave the table when I got my ability to speak back, and first thing to come out of my mouth was "No, I'm gay." And I said it rather loud. Seems like ability to speak doesn't affect anyway to my ability to think.
She didn't mind though, and sat back, luckily for me I got another try.
I started again after I returned to my confident, charming self for the rest of our conversation. Her explanation for her question was plainly that she wanted to know if there was any sense to drool after me. ( What an ego boost for a girl!! ) I agreed that easiest way to know something is to ask. The whole situation was actually very funny. So no harm done.
FYI: She's going out with me tomorrow. Sweet.
I stopped by this little gas station on my way home to buy cigarettes. I greeted the cashier friendly and was prepared to pay and leave when she looked up and smiled at me. She then told me that we had met at a party few weeks back. We started changing the appropriate replies and I was beginning to think she was on to me. She offered a cup of coffee and we sat down to talk some more.
Any of those things isn't weird, unusual maybe but not weird, but her next question was.
"What's your position on Kinsey Scale?"
My mind went blank. I was just about to ask if she wanted to go out with me, but the question died on my lips. Never before have I been so unable to answer properly. Or say something, anything. I was completely flabbergasted by her straight forward question. I have no trouble what-so-ever telling or admitting people I'm gay, but at that moment I couldn't even remember which way the numbers went on the scale. It seems I was quiet for little too long because she laughed at my bewildered expression, apologized and told me to forget it.
She was beginning to stand up and leave the table when I got my ability to speak back, and first thing to come out of my mouth was "No, I'm gay." And I said it rather loud. Seems like ability to speak doesn't affect anyway to my ability to think.
She didn't mind though, and sat back, luckily for me I got another try.
I started again after I returned to my confident, charming self for the rest of our conversation. Her explanation for her question was plainly that she wanted to know if there was any sense to drool after me. ( What an ego boost for a girl!! ) I agreed that easiest way to know something is to ask. The whole situation was actually very funny. So no harm done.
FYI: She's going out with me tomorrow. Sweet.
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