Mmmm Narcotics

[jamesq]

So I'm still sick. The infection in my lungs that I was hoping would long since be gone has migrated to my throat and raged to life. Went to the doctor again and got a new prescription for antibiotics. This time he also prescribed a cough syrup with codeine in it, hence my inability to drive cars or think clearly now.

It's unfortunate really because I had a big damn blog half written in my head about my recent belch of depression and how to deal with it, but the words are now vague and half-formed - ever-so-slightly out of reach of my mind now. Here's the short version:

• Saturday's party was good but reminded me of some unpleasant truths.
  
• A lifetime of heading down the wrong neural pathways, combined with an Illness affecting your brain chemistry equals same old depression that I thought I had licked. The rainy day didn't help much either.
  
• I really need to get out and meet more people if I want to date.
  
• I refuse to classified as a nice guy - especially since these gals seem to have Nice Guy Syndrome pegged. Hint, it's not the girls who are the problem.
  
• I'm reading a book on how to date. It's written in a funny, geeky way, but seems to have some good advice in it.
  
• Half the advice consists of lying, which I'm not really prepared to do. Hopefully the other half will be sufficient.

Comments

The same way

[(Anonymous)]

I'm the same way when talking to ladies, and I refuse to consider them as 't&a' like a lot of guys do when talking amongst themselves.

There are some things I have noticed. The really intelligent girls who are not avilable or interested will find some way of telling you. Usually in the first ten minutes of converstion, so pay attention. They will nonchalantly drop "the boyfriend" context so that means they just want to avoid leading you on. If they mention "the kids" they also want to warn you in advance, but they (usually) really like you (otherwise they would have mentioned a boyfriend). And, if they lead you on all night, try to cut them off from the drinks you were buying. If they just meander away then you were nothing but a free lunch and all they want is to get drunk at someone elses expense.

Personally I try to work fact that I am so oblivious to the whole dating game a woman would have to hit me with a french loaf to get my attention. One long baguette broken over my head, another extra crusty one to the hear (ouch) and a bagle later I've had some fun. Three meaningful women (although the bagel did knock me out) over the past few years was all I needed.

And you can meet nice women without lying to them. Maybe the venues are what need changing.