Dating Etiquette

In honor of Scissor Girl's miraculous re-appearance, I'm going to start blogging again. Remarkably, I haven't actually felt up to snarking. Until a recent date.

Because you probably wouldn't even believe the ludicrousness of the date itself, I'll hit the highlights with some dos and don'ts for dating:

• DON'T deride my musical taste: I'm sure at some point I could appreciate the deep, philosophical sentiments behind Blink182's masterpieces, so why can't you even try to understand why I like what I like?
• DON'T try to seduce me with your physical abnormalities: The fact that you lied about having all of your own hair is bad enough. Telling me that you have a bald spot with a mole that you've named after yourself that you sometimes play with is hardly the stuff to propel me to a lusty mood.
• DON'T make up a fake psychological condition to explain behavior that might be construed as forward: Saying that you have "idle hands syndrome" and that you sometimes just can't help touching me -- and then demonstrating that by touching my back -- is like claiming that you have Asberger's to explain away your cussing. Fortunately I think the elbow you almost took to your face drove this point home.
• DON'T use racially charged-words: Here's a hint -- if you have to look around to see if any African Americans are around, it's probably not an appropriate thing to say.
• DO ask me something about myself: Listening to you prattle on about yourself for five hours straight (with welcome distractions from the play we attended) is pretty boring.

On second thought, bring it on. Maybe I can write a book about my horrendous dating experiences and then sell the movie rights. I'll make sure you're played by Paul Reubens. Or Mel Gibson since you two seem to have a lot in common and he could use the work.

Killing the Hero

OK, I swore that I would stay away from pop culture, but I'm so sick of this latest trend that I need to rant for a minute.

Warning: Spoilers for Lost, Supernatural, 24, Prison Break and an unnamed movie

I have been a Lost fan since the beginning. This is the only show I can think of that I watched faithfully from the very first episode to the very last. And I gotta tell you, the finale pissed me off. Why? Not for all of the reasons everyone else stated. It sucks that all the mysteries didn't get explained and that they left plot holes in that you can drive a truck through. But what really did it for me is that I had to watch the protagonist struggle for six seasons, only to die. WTF? Really? Are they just trying to prove the old adage "Life sucks, and then you die"? Because they just did. Prison Break did exactly the same thing -- let's reward the hero with a dirt nap.

So one could argue that these two protagonists had lived their lives to protect and save their loved ones. OK, I don't care for that, but whatever. Which brings me to the unnamed movie. (If I say the name, you're going to know who dies, and I don't want to spoil it for anyone who doesn't happen to enjoy these death endings.) The protagonist is a little girl -- maybe 11 -- who has a craptastic life and all sorts of horrible things happen to her, and then she rescues her little brother, and guess what? She dies. Right on the verge of having a chance at something new. Sucks to be her. She didn't even get as much time to do anything as Jack Shepherd and Michael Scofield.

Maybe I'm more sensitive to these types of stories because I've lost someone and when I want to escape into entertainment, I don't want to be reminded of that. I want to believe that other people get the happily ever after I didn't. Isn't there room for that in pop culture?

Which brings me to the final two shows: Supernatural and 24. In these two, the heros live. Why? Not because the gods of entertainment chose to spare them, but because there's still more to come. I fully believe the last scene of 24 would have been Chloe blowing Jack's head off, but they've got a movie. So they'll probably just kill him there. With Supernatural, this was supposed to be the final season and the ending was the original written by the creator, so until the show was unexpectedly renewed for a 6th season, I'm willing to bet Sam would still be in hell -- his reward for stopping the apocalypse and saving the world.

OK, rant over. Maybe it's time to write my own movie.

A Conversation with Mr. Oblivious

Last night I went on yet another pointless date. I guess I kinda knew going into it that we didn't have that much in common, but I wasn't quite expecting the world awareness difference. Some quotes from the evening:

The "Original" Movie Idea

Him: I work at Walgreen's and believe me, it's a comedy waiting to happen. Life in a convenience store is realy wacky.

Me: Hey, did you ever see "Clerks"? Kevin Smith had a great take on that.

Him: Yeah. That stuff really happens. I have this great story about a dog collar...

The New Religion

Him: (as he's about to tell a religiously offensive joke) I'm spiritual, but not religious. I believe in God, just not any organized religion.

Me: So you're a deist, then?

Him: No, I'm not religious. I have this unique idea that every religion sees the same God through different entities.

Metaphysics

Him: I don't believe in time travel. It's one big paradox.

Me: I agree, although scientists have this idea called string theory, where if you actually did travel back in time, it would create an alternate universe/timeline.

Him: Hey, that's really cool. How did you come up with that? Now I can believe in time travel.

Job Descriptions

Him: In your profile, you said you started out as a copywriter.

Me: Yep. I did that for about 10 years before I moved into strategy.

Him: That's interesting. I copyrighted a couple of songs years ago. So is that similar to what you do?

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I realize that I'm a very random person that knows a lot of weird things, but wow.

A History of Violence

On Monday, I went to see "How to Train Your Dragon" with my 8-year-old niece and 6-year-old nephew. While the ending wraps everything up, it didn't have the typical Disney ending. The point of the movie that every decision you make has consequences, and I think that was a little traumatizing for the kids. Of course, they are pretty sheltered, so this is probably one of the first things they've seen that's had anything more sophisticated than muppets or princesses. (I'm not knocking any of those - I have The Muppet Movie soundtrack.)

It got me to thinking about my own childhood and how different my parents approach to movies and television was. From as early as I can remember, I was watching horror movies and extreme violence. The first drive-in movie I went to was "The House That Dripped Blood" and I couldn't have been more than 6. I watched "Dark Shadows" daily and I think I saw every Roger Corman movie that was ever made by the time I was 10. In fact, I went with my brothers to see "Jaws" in the theatre and that was in the 4th grade. So the dragon movie probably would have been a walk in the park for me.

That's not to say that my parents didn't have limits. Anything that was considered "sexy" was decidedly off limits. So I've never seen an episode of "The Dukes of Hazzard" or "Three's Company". I caught one episode of "Charlie's Angels" when I was babysitting.

Why the violence was OK, but the implied sex was not, I don't understand. I guess it's that crazy Southern conservatism. Sometimes I do wonder what they were thinking, especially since I couldn't sleep without a light on until I got married. Of course, now I have dogs. Anything that gets passed them -- supernatural or not -- is probably apocalyptic anyway.

Random Thoughts

I've been dealing with a diverse group of people lately -- between clients, vendors, co-workers, family members, friends, former prom dates, it's struck me that you can kinda tell a little bit about people from their perspectives on books, movies and music.

I have one client who is the biggest Metallica fan I've ever met. He's even talked his wife into having "Nothing Else Matters" played at his funeral. On the surface you might wonder what a 40-something is doing listening to Metallica, but really, it's something he's listened to since he was younger. He's just stayed true to his tastes.

My sister-in-law and I argue about the ending of Watchmen. Spoiler-ish if you haven't seen it yet. She thinks that Rorshach should have just kept his mouth shut. I understand why he couldn't. And that's the difference in our basic philosophies. She's OK with someone who knows more about the situation making the decisions. I want all of the information, so that I can decide for myself.

With respect to books, I've tried about 100 times to read James Joyce's Ulysses. And I give up after just a few pages. And now I think I've figured out why. I don't like failure, and if I can't make sense of the first 15 pages, I'm going to feel like an idiot when I get to the end of the book and still don't get it.

Probably nothing you haven't thought of before, but just some observations. Oh, and the name Trixter? Based on my cat, but I've since learned that there is a pagan god called a Trickster that likes to create alternate realities and play with people's minds. I don't even want to think about what that means. :)

The Seven Dwarves

For some reason, during my senior year in high school I had a posse. There were seven of them, all sophomore guys who followed me around, so my friends affectionately dubbed them the Seven Dwarves. I'm not sure what their fascination was with me, unless it just that I was a senior and we all liked the same music.

We were all deeply, passionately in love with the 80s hair metal bands. If that means nothing to you, think Ratt, Rainbow, Europe, Dokken. And the Dwarves dressed the part. They all had long hair and wore band t-shirts and parachute pants. I ... didn't. I've written before about how I was not really part of any group in high school and the music thing was part of it. Most of the girls that listened to this type of music were stereotyped as slutty and they dressed the part as well. I had no intention of being categorized that well, so I just dressed pretty much the same way I dress now.

This weekend, through the magic of Facebook, I was reunited with one of the Dwarves. I also happened to go to prom with him and I think we dated for about a month as well. I don't think either of us were really that romantically interested in the other -- neither of us could remember exactly when or why we broke up. And if it was that unmemorable, it couldn't have been that big of a deal.

We talked for about two hours on Sunday night, and it was shocking to me how different our lives are. He still lives in Garland and actually works for GISD. He's a graphic designer, though, so that adds a little bit of the coolness factor that I remember from 26 years ago. He's got 13-year-old twins that live with him about half the time. His one social outlet is his Wednesday bowling night. He's got the ultra-conservative politics of the redneck town that is Garland. To be fair, though, he doesn't drink beer, so he can't be that much of a redneck as many of the kids I graduated with.

It was funny because he remembered really random things about hanging out with me. And when we tried to figure out exactly where we fit into the high school social strata, he was just as stumped as I was. Only one of the Dwarves really drank or smoked weed. They and I didn't have that much of an interest in it. Plus we were all broke and spent all of our money on music. In fact, the only thing I really remember us doing was going to music stores and listening to music in the car (usually mine, because I'm not sure any of them had their drivers' license) or at someone's house.

At one point during the phone call, he played a couple of songs on guitar for me. I hadn't even realized he was a musician. But his passion for music drove him to learn.

We ended our conversation with an open ended invitation to talk again. I doubt that it will happen because we just don't have that much to talk about. But I'm glad he contacted me. Sometimes I forget that there were good bits in high school. And the Seven Dwarves were definitely one of the best.

Update: Just heard from him again. One of the other Dwaves is in the Air Force and stationed in Japan for two years. It's so weird to think of these guys all grown up and doing important things. But hey, they probably think the same thing about me!

Incompatibility

Date update: I did go out with the previously mentioned guy again and decided that it was time to move on. I sent him an email yesterday and was surprised by how hard it was and how sad I was to do it.

The reason? There's nothing wrong with him and I didn't want him to think that I thought there was. (Parse that sentence!) I mean apart from the slight resemblence to Ben Linus/Rorshach (I seriously wanted him to growl "All the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us" and I'll whisper "No"), he's not a bad-looking guy. He's employed, has his own apartment in a nice part of town and actually finished school. He seems like a genuinely nice guy who is interested in a serious relationship and would totally treat his partner with respect.

But, I just couldn't get past the fact that we don't really have anything in common. His idea of a good time is wearing his Democrat t-shirt to a gun show. I'm apolitical. (And before anyone takes this the wrong way, I care deeply about the issues, but I think politicians are a bunch of corrupt, egotistical jerks that are in it for the fame.) I love to be outdoors. He ... works a lot. I love to read. He ... works a lot. At work, we drink rum in Friday afternoon meetings. He doesn't drink period.

Would it have made a difference if he looked like Johnny Depp? Possibly for a few dates. But in the long run, he would have kept giving me odd looks when I ordered wine (seriously -- it was like OMG, she's drinking a chardonnay. She must be an Alcoholic!!) And I would be wanting to listen to Metallica in the car, while he's insisting on something country. And I would never, ever find out how Lost ends.