Eligible Batchelor
Why am I single?
It’s a simple enough question, with a million different answers. Depending on the day of the week, angle of the moon or some other bizarre factor, my answer varies from an unshakable belief that I’m completely unfanciable and always will be, to some vague hope that I’m so likeable that everyone just assumes I’m already paired up. (The mistaken belief of the Jigsaw café staff that I’m somehow involved with Tsuki should be discounted from all arguments, they’re quite clearly insane) and a great many places in between (and to the left and right of) the two.
Maybe I’m too sober? Maybe I don’t spend enough time in places with drunken women? Maybe I’m too insane? Geeky? Young looking? In this enlightened age, should it still be me that makes the first move (because this is highly unlikely without about 3 years to work up courage and steel myself for the inevitable rejection)? Maybe my old-fashioned concept that I should at least know them reasonably well before I consider anything more serious puts me at a disadvantage? (it probably does… zero chance of me picking up some drunken slapper in a club and taking her home, because I don’t want to)
I could argue I’ve got a lot going for me – I’m solvent (unlike many graduates) with a decent job (when you factor out the IQ-inhibited management making stupid decision after stupid decision). I’m intelligent, with a good (at least in my opinion) sense of humour. I’m loyal and conscientious when I put my mind to it. While I’m not supermodel stuff, I don’t like I’ve had my face run over by a herd of wild horses either.
But then… I’m about as geeky and nerdy as they come, and to a large extent proud of that. I live and sleep computers, and don’t care if you think that’s sad. My apparent lack of any vices or dirty secrets probably makes me boring rather than attractively reliable. Maybe my inability to do proper small talk, and resultant habit of turning most conversations into debates on 3rd world poverty or the value of space exploration in a world faced with such terrible poverty scares girls off?
So, why am I single? Agony Aunt replies or mocking insults on a postcard (or in the handily placed comments section) please.
It’s a simple enough question, with a million different answers. Depending on the day of the week, angle of the moon or some other bizarre factor, my answer varies from an unshakable belief that I’m completely unfanciable and always will be, to some vague hope that I’m so likeable that everyone just assumes I’m already paired up. (The mistaken belief of the Jigsaw café staff that I’m somehow involved with Tsuki should be discounted from all arguments, they’re quite clearly insane) and a great many places in between (and to the left and right of) the two.
Maybe I’m too sober? Maybe I don’t spend enough time in places with drunken women? Maybe I’m too insane? Geeky? Young looking? In this enlightened age, should it still be me that makes the first move (because this is highly unlikely without about 3 years to work up courage and steel myself for the inevitable rejection)? Maybe my old-fashioned concept that I should at least know them reasonably well before I consider anything more serious puts me at a disadvantage? (it probably does… zero chance of me picking up some drunken slapper in a club and taking her home, because I don’t want to)
I could argue I’ve got a lot going for me – I’m solvent (unlike many graduates) with a decent job (when you factor out the IQ-inhibited management making stupid decision after stupid decision). I’m intelligent, with a good (at least in my opinion) sense of humour. I’m loyal and conscientious when I put my mind to it. While I’m not supermodel stuff, I don’t like I’ve had my face run over by a herd of wild horses either.
But then… I’m about as geeky and nerdy as they come, and to a large extent proud of that. I live and sleep computers, and don’t care if you think that’s sad. My apparent lack of any vices or dirty secrets probably makes me boring rather than attractively reliable. Maybe my inability to do proper small talk, and resultant habit of turning most conversations into debates on 3rd world poverty or the value of space exploration in a world faced with such terrible poverty scares girls off?
So, why am I single? Agony Aunt replies or mocking insults on a postcard (or in the handily placed comments section) please.
posted by Sarum at
Friday, January 14, 2005
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