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:: Tuesday, May 09, 2006 ::

Ostentatious ramblings

Reports of my death have been great. I know it's a dark day indeed when someone has more pressing needs than posting to his blog. That isn't what you wanted. So, here I am.

I was out on a date this past weekend. Well, I don't know if you'd call it a "date". As Bill Clinton might say, it all depends on your definition of the word “jizz”. I've been on a lot of dates. It keeps my spirits up. I never truly dated before I got out of college. I just hung around with people and slept with them. The concept of dating is much more structured. It's event-oriented. It has rituals. I never had to do this stuff until somehow there was a kind of shift in the landscape of women I knew. I think this coincides with entering the "professional" work environment - aka grown-up life.

The ultimate goal of dating, for too many women, is the receipt of a ring made from gold and diamonds. I was taking a more moment-to-moment approach these past several years. It was asymmetrical. Expectations were out of whack. Too often, she was dating to get the eventual ring, but it would be crass to admit it. And sleeping with someone for jewelry is called prostitution. So maybe they would prefer to sleep with you without expecting anything in return, and pretend they were empowered, self-determining, sexual beings (but then what about the ring?). And too often, I would date to fill up that void, a sense of loneliness that never quite seemed to completely go away.

It began to be more apparent, as my more mature but not any older peers began to pair off, that marriage is what happens when the musical chairs music stops. It seems that whoever you are with when the panic sets in, that's your mate for life, chosen by God. They have finally found the one. Who was there, to put it charitably, when they needed them. How fickle. How utterly arbitrary.

So, we date, trudging through the murk of human formality. Ask any adventurer: why do we climb women? Because they are there!

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