High Seas

i realize i haven't been maximizing our pirated wireless connection. i haven't been blogging lately, either. so i thought i'd spend a few minutes to remedy the situation.

the good thing about not blogging is that i've been writing a whole lot more lately. not work stuff, though, which isn't a good thing. but no, that has nothing to do with the wireless.

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Mabel went on a speeddating thing. i know because she told me she would be, even before i left for Spore City, though i'd conveniently forgotten until i got back, and she told me again.

being the broadminded, cool boyfriend that i am (her words), i even drove her and her friends to the place, and picked them up after.

oddly enough, that's when it hit me: my girlfriend was going speeddating. what the hell was that about?

of course, she didn't go looking for anything romantic. she went for a friend of hers who wanted to go (for reasons i'm not privy to, though i can speculate), and for the experience. and, she told me after, for the connections.

one of the spiels they use to sell the speeddating thing is to say it isn't really about getting dates, or potential dates, or even potential life partners. the more entrepreneurially minded say it's for the connections.

right. you tell me how many calling cards you collect when you go speeddating. tell me how many people of the same sex you meet on the thing.

score on both counts from people i know who've been to that sort of thing: zero.

(i hear it's quite a racket, though. sounds like all the elements for a Vince Vaughn/Owen Wilson movie. although when you think about it, Steve Carell already covered that bit in The 40-Year Old Virgin.)

still, though i gave her crap for it that night, i'm happy Mabel enjoyed the experience. plus, according to her, i score way above the blokes she met at the joint, for her anyway, so that's alright. though it leaves me wondering just who goes to these things in the first place.

i'm actually quite proud of her for scoring some calls after the thing, though i haven't told her so, and gave her a disapproving frown, instead, when one of them tried calling her with me in the same room. and i'll be checking on her calls regularly from now on, i'm sure.

i may be broadminded and cool, but i'm not stupid.

right. work.