The VCR started acting up again...
Maybe I don't know what I'm getting myself into, especially given the fact that I primarily wanted to solely pay bills. Then again, I say this when I'm nervous and experiencing the coldest of feet.
We'll see what happens...
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
The Truth about Online Dating
So I've completely given up on online dating.
Here's the truth about online dating:
Stage 1: Guys start off by being very selective and sending thoughtful messages. No woman responds. Guys get fed up and lash out "Why didn't you message me back?!" Woman who thought about replying to the guy's message gets turned off and doesn't respond.
Stage 2: Guys then send a thousand well-thought, copy-n-pasted messages to women hoping for companionship (sex). No woman responds.
Stage 3: Guys finally give up and send pics of flexing and their...ahem...little guys...and women become repulsed by consistent requests for No Strings Attached sex and ultimately the world of online dating.
HOWEVER!!
Stage 4: Guys receive a message from a random woman whom they missed, they meet up, and magic happens.
Now for the woman's perspective.
Women receive thousands of messages daily. Women must filter through and discard dis-qualifiers: Pics of nudiness, copy-n-pasted messages, weirdos, deadbeats, mama's boys, basement dwellers, and sex fiends.
Now, this leaves about 5% of men whom are possible suitors. (Now you know this blog is relevant and scientific because there's a statistic!) However, this 3% of these possible suitors have gotten fed up, sent a nasty message, and turned into a weirdo, thus effectively casting themselves into the woman's digital garbage. What happens with the rest of the suitors? The woman responds and waits for the guy to either A) dazzle her with his charm or B) put his foot in his mouth and turn her off.
If a woman can help me with this blog's accuracy, I'm all ears.
Post-script:
Here's the most recent message I left in a young lady's inbox:
Me:
So people think you're a lesbian? Why's that? I mean, I love lesbians so I think we'd get along lol.
Yes, my sense of humor doesn't translate well online. This would work better face-to-face. The young lady would know I'm teasing. Sadly, humor (along with sarcasm) doesn't translate online well.
Yeah I'm not expecting you to answer back either. I've given up on online dating, and now I use it to have a laugh.
Maybe she'll appreciate the honesty and reply back...hmmm....or maybe dogs will teach me German...it's all possible!!
Nothing against you by the way, so feel free to delete this and chalk this message up on the "Weird-o!!" board.
Good luck finding whomever complements you,
Her:
Here's the truth about online dating:
Stage 1: Guys start off by being very selective and sending thoughtful messages. No woman responds. Guys get fed up and lash out "Why didn't you message me back?!" Woman who thought about replying to the guy's message gets turned off and doesn't respond.
Stage 2: Guys then send a thousand well-thought, copy-n-pasted messages to women hoping for companionship (sex). No woman responds.
Stage 3: Guys finally give up and send pics of flexing and their...ahem...little guys...and women become repulsed by consistent requests for No Strings Attached sex and ultimately the world of online dating.
HOWEVER!!
Stage 4: Guys receive a message from a random woman whom they missed, they meet up, and magic happens.
Now for the woman's perspective.
Women receive thousands of messages daily. Women must filter through and discard dis-qualifiers: Pics of nudiness, copy-n-pasted messages, weirdos, deadbeats, mama's boys, basement dwellers, and sex fiends.
Now, this leaves about 5% of men whom are possible suitors. (Now you know this blog is relevant and scientific because there's a statistic!) However, this 3% of these possible suitors have gotten fed up, sent a nasty message, and turned into a weirdo, thus effectively casting themselves into the woman's digital garbage. What happens with the rest of the suitors? The woman responds and waits for the guy to either A) dazzle her with his charm or B) put his foot in his mouth and turn her off.
If a woman can help me with this blog's accuracy, I'm all ears.
Post-script:
Here's the most recent message I left in a young lady's inbox:
Me:
So people think you're a lesbian? Why's that? I mean, I love lesbians so I think we'd get along lol.
Yeah I'm not expecting you to answer back either. I've given up on online dating, and now I use it to have a laugh.
Maybe she'll appreciate the honesty and reply back...hmmm....or maybe dogs will teach me German...it's all possible!!
Nothing against you by the way, so feel free to delete this and chalk this message up on the "Weird-o!!" board.
Good luck finding whomever complements you,
Her:
**DELETE DUE TO (WEIRDO)**
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Cooking shows...
Does USA need more cooking shows?
I feel Americans are wide enough, and the last thing we need is a reminder that we need to eat late at night.
American Baking Competition and Master Chef were two that I just flipped past.
As a viewer, I was compelled to cook ravioli with tomatoes and two types of cheese.
All in all, I feel like a royal fatmuffin because I ate too much. Guilt and betrayal of one's self.
Must.....do.......calisthenics!!!!
I feel Americans are wide enough, and the last thing we need is a reminder that we need to eat late at night.
American Baking Competition and Master Chef were two that I just flipped past.
As a viewer, I was compelled to cook ravioli with tomatoes and two types of cheese.
All in all, I feel like a royal fatmuffin because I ate too much. Guilt and betrayal of one's self.
Must.....do.......calisthenics!!!!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Maybe you will, maybe you won't
Yup, I'm sitting here in my English classroom, watching the foggy mist roll over the mountains in the distance...knowing I should go to the bathroom, but a bit too lazy to actually move...
I can distinctly remember the conversation my Korean co-teacher and I had at lunch yesterday...'Yes, tomorrow maybe class, maybe no.' When I heard this, I thought 'Well, we'll see what happens'
So far, 10:30, it's leaning towards maybe no. This isn't necessarily a problem, I mean, I've had ample time to start this Blog, to which I'm still somehow opposed...because I know I'm going to forget about it in a week's time...not because writing isn't fulfilling, just because of the whole Twitter/Blog/Facebook sensation, passing trends in a digital world...Now's not the time for such digressions though, maybe at 11:30...
Anyways, if you decide to teach in Korea, and I hate to use this cursed word again, it is DYNAMIC, meaning things can change at the last minute. One day, you can expect a full day, only to find out there's testing, or sports day (which is quite fantastic!!), etc. The best approach, 'don't worry about it'.
While abroad, you can't let life's hiccups bother you, it's all gotta roll off the back. As foreigners, there's really not much we can do. To really enjoy your time, you've gotta negotiate what to get upset about, otherwise you're in for a looooooong trip.
I can distinctly remember the conversation my Korean co-teacher and I had at lunch yesterday...'Yes, tomorrow maybe class, maybe no.' When I heard this, I thought 'Well, we'll see what happens'
So far, 10:30, it's leaning towards maybe no. This isn't necessarily a problem, I mean, I've had ample time to start this Blog, to which I'm still somehow opposed...because I know I'm going to forget about it in a week's time...not because writing isn't fulfilling, just because of the whole Twitter/Blog/Facebook sensation, passing trends in a digital world...Now's not the time for such digressions though, maybe at 11:30...
Anyways, if you decide to teach in Korea, and I hate to use this cursed word again, it is DYNAMIC, meaning things can change at the last minute. One day, you can expect a full day, only to find out there's testing, or sports day (which is quite fantastic!!), etc. The best approach, 'don't worry about it'.
While abroad, you can't let life's hiccups bother you, it's all gotta roll off the back. As foreigners, there's really not much we can do. To really enjoy your time, you've gotta negotiate what to get upset about, otherwise you're in for a looooooong trip.
02-09-10 Pohang, South Korea
So terrified...my heart is stomping against my chest...trying to get out...
It's 9:30 AM, and as much as I love teaching, I'm sweating and shaking, my nerves are breaking, and I really am reaching for my ultimate daydream that my students won't show up...
You've gotta understand, if you've ever taught young'uns, you can hear them stampede to your room, their indiscernible chirps get increasingly louder with each breath-stopping step, each second passes and each hair on your body stands up at attention, little follicle soldiers ready for action, you realize you're holding your breath, but you can't will yourself to breathe...you just wait...and panic culminates deep in your bones and you're paralyzed...waiting for that explosive release...and then it happens....time stops when you hear the knock on the door...it all rises to a blissful climax when they slide that door open and shout, "HELLO TEACHER!!"
1st grade...little monsters that can't be contained in one activity for more than 5 minutes...
It's 9:30 AM, and as much as I love teaching, I'm sweating and shaking, my nerves are breaking, and I really am reaching for my ultimate daydream that my students won't show up...
You've gotta understand, if you've ever taught young'uns, you can hear them stampede to your room, their indiscernible chirps get increasingly louder with each breath-stopping step, each second passes and each hair on your body stands up at attention, little follicle soldiers ready for action, you realize you're holding your breath, but you can't will yourself to breathe...you just wait...and panic culminates deep in your bones and you're paralyzed...waiting for that explosive release...and then it happens....time stops when you hear the knock on the door...it all rises to a blissful climax when they slide that door open and shout, "HELLO TEACHER!!"
1st grade...little monsters that can't be contained in one activity for more than 5 minutes...
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