The snow stopped at 3 p.m. though now at 9 p.m., the wind outside is still howling. But be that as it may, tomorrow is prescribed to be a sunny day and better yet, United Airlines is threatening to tank up some aging bird and fly it to Paris. There is a question whether I can get onboard, but I’ll give it a college try.
Earlier today, I found TC sitting at McDonald’s near Republique Plaza having just wolfed down two Chicken sandwiches, on special for €2 each. Dinner it appears has been served. He’s using the free wi-fi and there on Skype video is my brown Tiger. An unhappy one, mulling the prospect of staying in a youth hostel in cold damp Paris for a handful of days alone.
To be honest, I’m not sure what he sees in me. He’s 26, great personality and cute. He gets hit on all time wherever we go. Guys will literally stop him on the street to say ‘hello’. That stuff never happens to me. Aging, pasty, never was and ain’t now a stud of any sort. I certainly wouldn’t do me. He has so much more potential than I.
But somewhere along the way, it had to have clicked for him. He probably can’t explain it fully. It’s a feeling he can’t control or manage. It just is.
Single Guy in the City was writing about people dating and trying to put all sorts of fancy footwork into how they kept the other party engaged. He proclaimed some people were particularly good at it, while others failed miserably. I took issue with this. If you’re meant to be together, it usually just flows. If is isn’t, you might hide this for a while, get a few free shags out of it because of your great maneuvers but ultimately it falls apart. You can’t invent glue.
That’s why my motto has always been fail fast. If I were you, I’d want to meet as many people as possible as quickly as possible and keep meeting them. Like sorting thru rocks, looking for the diamond, you have to be willing to toss a fairly high percentage aside in your quest.
The challenge in relationships, not only do you have to like them, but they have to like you. I’ve suffered a fair number of guys who ‘liked me’. I could have played them out a bit more for my own benefit. Similarly, I’ve probably exposed my goofy self too quickly to some hottie, when I should have been ‘cooler’ . But I’m me and I don’t like me when I’m not trying to be me, nor am I particularly interested in you liking me for somebody I’m not.
Guys — this is a numbers game and you simply have to be open at any time for any reason for the right person to walk into your life. You can have all sorts of drama/reasons, I’m not ready just yet, not the right time, gee I wanted to reconnect with my friends and all other assorted BS. Put it aside. The fire dept. doesn’t close just because they’re not in the mood. Be ready.