Having said that… Now, *THAT* was some *WRITING*!!! :D That needs to be a guest-post or a post here or a post on your own blog so it’s not wasted on the few people that read the comments on a blog post of mine where I ramble on about the wastefulness that living in NYC cultivates in many of us.

Bravo!!! :D

To the point of what you said, though.. It’s absolutely true. There’s so much time spent in the setup and calculations for eventual enjoyment that the actual in-the-moment, Right Now enjoyment, and there’s so much of it to be had, can easily slip through your hands.. or rather, PAST your hands, since we never even hold our hands out to attempt to receive it.

haha Listen to me trying to match your style! :D Yours is still way better, hahaha

Cheers, Rick! :D

It’s all about stakes. Stakes, and planning, and risk. The future. Dating is a future-oriented pursuit to us men, isn’t it? The opening line, carefully calculated for maximum impact. If we’re not careful, women look back at us, and visualize us in that bunker, with the huge tabletop map of the Pacific, with teletypes clacking and guys with headphones moving little models of aircraft carriers around with sticks. Strategy. Tactics. Logistics.

The future: Immediate. Or later that night. Or long-term. Or forever.

We’re so busy plotting the best tactic for kissing that mouth of hers that we miss how it looks across that restaurant table, talking, forming words, discretely disposing of that chicken bone into the napkin (that she thinks you don’t notice), the print she leaves on the glass after a sip of wine. The curl of the corners when she smiles. The pleasure that brings you then, just to look at that.

Then.

I risk insult by comparing women to food, but it works here, so I’ll just go for it. (Permit me my Paulo Coelho moment.) In New York, you can pass a restaurant, and smell what’s on the menu. You have different reactions, depending on your degree of hunger. But what is missed, because of the hard-wiring of a creature that requires nutrition, is the pleasure of the aroma of good food, in and of itself. No, it doesn’t nourish. But it pleases. It is a thing unto itself.

You guys who live in New York, you have it made. You walk a city block and you have smells of the cuisines of the world wafting past your nose, one after another. And you have the most beautiful-looking women in the world, walking past you, exchanging glances, or not. One after another.

Push the future aside, for just long enough to relish the present. The future isn’t going anywhere; it’ll arrive, on time. If an evening isn’t as pleasurable as you’d hoped, you only grieve to the extent that you spent time hoping. And if it goes well, your pleasure is multiplied by surprise.

I’m not miffed at the dude at all haha :) My point was more that because I mentally placed myself ahead of the game (thinking she was definitely leaving and living in that perceived future), that caused an avalanche of mistakes that led to me being unprepared for such a ridiculous comment.

I could have easily thrown it back on her by saying “What????… *SHE* PICKED *ME* UP!!! :D “, and then she would have been on the defensive and dude’s tomfoolery would have been immediately forgotten.

I was so far out of position when that happened that the only worthwhile thing I could think of to do was experiment and subsequently share my experiment with the readers/viewers. I doubt I’ll run into her again, because I don’t think she’s on my ’scene’ here.. I don’t even know if she lives in NYC or in the USA, actually. Never asked her. If I do, I’ll find out what she thought of the situation… Which is probably NOTHING, because chicks are normally oblivious to rap tactics more complex than “So… Do you come here often?” :D

“is that how you picked her up? Did that pay of immediately?? (sum useles shyt is what his response would have been) “oh ok, i might have to try that one day. hey theres a female here, would that have worked on you? wait hold on…” (at this point I would have been whipping out my imaginary pad and invisible pen pretending to be ready to “air” write her responses) “ok go ahead. Just want to make sure i get this right for later on tonight. You can tell me tomorrow if it worked”!

Maybe im just a clown by nature but i would have tried to make a joke out of everything including the dumb ass who felt comfortable breaking all the laws known to men, WHILE steering her attention back to me!! lol

So, uhm… this dude… did he at least get some where with her? Nothing worse than the fruitless block some dudes put out there!