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Oh, Internets! (and a feminist rant)
Oct. 20th, 2009 08:53 pmI realized I didn't update about my weekend adventures. I met the famous Steve on Friday and things went okay. We had lunch with my roommate's mom and with Steve. He's pretty cool - a little goofy, but okay. He's a computer geek, but he's business savvy - and he likes football! I'm not completely sold on the idea yet... but my roommate said we need to plan another time to "drop in." I wouldn't mind getting to know him better, honestly - but I've said that before with disastrous results. So, I'm still wary of all this.
Not wary enough, however, to not try finding him on Facebook, but there are too many and none that explicitly say that they're in Utah. .... .... .... I just re-read that sentence and it sounded incredibly stalker-like. Ah, the beauties of the internet...
I'm halfway hoping that this could be a third-party's idea -- like, my roommate's mom suggests outright to Steve that he should ask me out or set something up or whatever. Or, maybe I just want to hang the entire idea and stay right where I am. This is too much work - these things should just work themselves out organically and not with a bunch of meddling or artificial orchestrating because I am an idiot when it comes to orchestrating anything in the social sector. I would much prefer that I become friends with a guy and he takes the initiative to ask me out.
And then I realize... in today's feminist society, guys don't feel empowered to take any kind of initiative because they don't want to look like a bunch of sexist cavemen. So, they just sit around and play Xbox on their mother's couch, leaving us old-fashioned types (you know, that actually like it when a guy calls or opens the door or stands when we enter the room) in the dust. So, the thought of a guy taking the initiative is out.
Modern feminists, I wave my middle finger in your general direction.
(I went from talking about my weekend to ranting against feminism - if that's not certifiable insane, I don't know what is).
Well, all is not lost - I could always get a job at CTU and, during the stress of saving a major US city from the threat of a nuclear bomb, fall for the incredibly dreamy manager and we get married before the next season (before getting offed by a car bomb in two more seasons - oh well, it was great while it lasted). (see icon)
Not wary enough, however, to not try finding him on Facebook, but there are too many and none that explicitly say that they're in Utah. .... .... .... I just re-read that sentence and it sounded incredibly stalker-like. Ah, the beauties of the internet...
I'm halfway hoping that this could be a third-party's idea -- like, my roommate's mom suggests outright to Steve that he should ask me out or set something up or whatever. Or, maybe I just want to hang the entire idea and stay right where I am. This is too much work - these things should just work themselves out organically and not with a bunch of meddling or artificial orchestrating because I am an idiot when it comes to orchestrating anything in the social sector. I would much prefer that I become friends with a guy and he takes the initiative to ask me out.
And then I realize... in today's feminist society, guys don't feel empowered to take any kind of initiative because they don't want to look like a bunch of sexist cavemen. So, they just sit around and play Xbox on their mother's couch, leaving us old-fashioned types (you know, that actually like it when a guy calls or opens the door or stands when we enter the room) in the dust. So, the thought of a guy taking the initiative is out.
Modern feminists, I wave my middle finger in your general direction.
(I went from talking about my weekend to ranting against feminism - if that's not certifiable insane, I don't know what is).
Well, all is not lost - I could always get a job at CTU and, during the stress of saving a major US city from the threat of a nuclear bomb, fall for the incredibly dreamy manager and we get married before the next season (before getting offed by a car bomb in two more seasons - oh well, it was great while it lasted). (see icon)
