Officially cancelling the social experiment.
It backfired big time.
I found me a man and it was done online.
Damnit.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Forward, backward, decide.
Spoke to V earlier regarding AME.
When V found out about the age disparity, he told me to think really hard about it.
V: did he say marriage.
Me: no. But he said that it's fate.
Later on...
V: do you love him?
Me: no. I'm not sure whether i'm doing this because i'm bored or I really like him.
V: i have an idea and tell me if its works.
Me: ok
V: don't talk to him for a week. If after a week you miss him then you love him.
Me: and if i don't?
V: then you know.
Which is a very sensible suggestion.
Am i so desperate for another connection because im still tied to V with innumerable strings that I've only exerted a fraction of a point to cut?
One word from V and I will run to him, cast off my secrets and doubts and let them all go.
7 days begin now.
When V found out about the age disparity, he told me to think really hard about it.
V: did he say marriage.
Me: no. But he said that it's fate.
Later on...
V: do you love him?
Me: no. I'm not sure whether i'm doing this because i'm bored or I really like him.
V: i have an idea and tell me if its works.
Me: ok
V: don't talk to him for a week. If after a week you miss him then you love him.
Me: and if i don't?
V: then you know.
Which is a very sensible suggestion.
Am i so desperate for another connection because im still tied to V with innumerable strings that I've only exerted a fraction of a point to cut?
One word from V and I will run to him, cast off my secrets and doubts and let them all go.
7 days begin now.
The Social Experiment Chronicles Entry #2
Spoke to AME last night.
Honestly, I think that I am putting myself at risk here but as with any (and I use this term loosely here) experiment, one has to see it right through the end. Even if it includes "Potential gang bang", "Rohypnol", "Pregnancy", "Blackmail" and "Death" is part of the "Why I should not do it" list.
March eh?
I'll have a top secret packet sent to Luci in the event that I don't make it out alive.
Honestly, I think that I am putting myself at risk here but as with any (and I use this term loosely here) experiment, one has to see it right through the end. Even if it includes "Potential gang bang", "Rohypnol", "Pregnancy", "Blackmail" and "Death" is part of the "Why I should not do it" list.
March eh?
I'll have a top secret packet sent to Luci in the event that I don't make it out alive.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Social Experiment #1
Subject : A man from Egypt ( AME)
Medium : Yahoo chat
Pictures Exchanged : Yes
Lies propagated : None. Both parties were very upfront. AME once asked if I were a prostitute because of the ff:
1. Working at night.
2. A random complaint about feet hurting due to walking around in heels the entire night
3. The number of male friends
Honga ano? Could qualify as a whore except that I don't get paid. Sleeping around is so passe'. Celibacy is the new indulgence.
He also asked whether I sleep with my friends. Like literally? No. Like screwing (or in his terms "make love"). Short of saying I'd rather eat a live puppy with mange, I told him that I only drink coffee with them (And they don't qualify. Hello?! One likes boys and is a poster boy for early-forties ho-dom, the other is in love with somebody and the third is still getting over his slump). I have fallen for a friend and there is no way in this hell that I will go for a friend again. Ewww.
Potential for face to face interaction : High. He might be assigned to PI next year. I told him we'll go to the beach. Or go on a road trip.
I don't know about whether i'd like to be seen in public with him. Though I have casually mentioned that I have been chatting with AME to a couple of people, only one knows the gravity of our talks.
He's 45 and I am 30.
He's a trainer in the army (according to him) and after I scoped out the Egyptian army's uniforms online --- hmm.
I am a trainer and according to some people, scare the bollocks out of my people.
Though he has the requisite dark skin, he does resemble a rat. And there is this gleam in his eyes that just says "Me like big breasts" . Often asks for some cyber-relief which I am really hesitant to give. Ugh. Cybersex. Again. How passe.
I am tempted to see how great I am with words though --- but still...it kinda feels nasty after.
IQ Factor : Sounds intelligent though his spelling is deplorable. This is not his native language even if he does look like a native.
I am quite interested to see how this is going to pan out. I did ask him whether he's a freedom fighter (euphemism for "terrorist") and he said no.
Watch this space for the next results!
Medium : Yahoo chat
Pictures Exchanged : Yes
Lies propagated : None. Both parties were very upfront. AME once asked if I were a prostitute because of the ff:
1. Working at night.
2. A random complaint about feet hurting due to walking around in heels the entire night
3. The number of male friends
Honga ano? Could qualify as a whore except that I don't get paid. Sleeping around is so passe'. Celibacy is the new indulgence.
He also asked whether I sleep with my friends. Like literally? No. Like screwing (or in his terms "make love"). Short of saying I'd rather eat a live puppy with mange, I told him that I only drink coffee with them (And they don't qualify. Hello?! One likes boys and is a poster boy for early-forties ho-dom, the other is in love with somebody and the third is still getting over his slump). I have fallen for a friend and there is no way in this hell that I will go for a friend again. Ewww.
Potential for face to face interaction : High. He might be assigned to PI next year. I told him we'll go to the beach. Or go on a road trip.
I don't know about whether i'd like to be seen in public with him. Though I have casually mentioned that I have been chatting with AME to a couple of people, only one knows the gravity of our talks.
He's 45 and I am 30.
He's a trainer in the army (according to him) and after I scoped out the Egyptian army's uniforms online --- hmm.
I am a trainer and according to some people, scare the bollocks out of my people.
Though he has the requisite dark skin, he does resemble a rat. And there is this gleam in his eyes that just says "Me like big breasts" . Often asks for some cyber-relief which I am really hesitant to give. Ugh. Cybersex. Again. How passe.
I am tempted to see how great I am with words though --- but still...it kinda feels nasty after.
IQ Factor : Sounds intelligent though his spelling is deplorable. This is not his native language even if he does look like a native.
I am quite interested to see how this is going to pan out. I did ask him whether he's a freedom fighter (euphemism for "terrorist") and he said no.
Watch this space for the next results!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Ye Gods...
There comes a day when you realize that you have turned into your dad.
Though it's not necessarily a bad thing, there are times when you stop mid-sentence and say instead "Fuck, that's what my dad would say and though I am a chip off the old block, this has to somewhat stop"
A rather long sentence which can be summed up with one acronym : OMG.
Which is, a case in point.
My dad rambles on and on about inconsequential things --- can't blame him. When you're almost hitting 70 with over 5 kids who barely contact you and 1 daughter who is turning into a harpy, you can't help but talk to block out the curse words coming out of the latters mouth.
I don't mind being a harpy. What I do mind is having non-caring relatives who cannot be bothered to ring their dad to say hi at least once a month.
Ugh. At least I can claim to be democratic about my dislike. I dislike everybody until proven wrong or I warm up to them.
About to hit the goddamn leader's guides. Like I keep on saying, I have until June to fully decide.
Though it's not necessarily a bad thing, there are times when you stop mid-sentence and say instead "Fuck, that's what my dad would say and though I am a chip off the old block, this has to somewhat stop"
A rather long sentence which can be summed up with one acronym : OMG.
Which is, a case in point.
My dad rambles on and on about inconsequential things --- can't blame him. When you're almost hitting 70 with over 5 kids who barely contact you and 1 daughter who is turning into a harpy, you can't help but talk to block out the curse words coming out of the latters mouth.
I don't mind being a harpy. What I do mind is having non-caring relatives who cannot be bothered to ring their dad to say hi at least once a month.
Ugh. At least I can claim to be democratic about my dislike. I dislike everybody until proven wrong or I warm up to them.
About to hit the goddamn leader's guides. Like I keep on saying, I have until June to fully decide.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Live, Eat, Breath...bullsh*t
Had a haircut today. It's shorter but still a bit safe. No way will I go ahead and start shaving my head --- not worth the ridicule and fistfights are so 1990's...
Prepping myself to live, breath and eat Deposits. Will be going through certification for the next few months which translates to 1. not losing my temper 2. a future series of humbling experiences and 3. Another goal to hit. Must bid farewell to fiction tomes reading whilst in the commute. Must focus on the blasted leaders guides.
Demotivated? Discouraged? Don't work here.
Ready to battle with the titans? Surf intrigues and eat well meaning idiot managers? By all means, welcome to the world's local bank.
I can't defend you anymore boss because you refuse to see me as part of your team.
Whatever.
Prepping myself to live, breath and eat Deposits. Will be going through certification for the next few months which translates to 1. not losing my temper 2. a future series of humbling experiences and 3. Another goal to hit. Must bid farewell to fiction tomes reading whilst in the commute. Must focus on the blasted leaders guides.
Demotivated? Discouraged? Don't work here.
Ready to battle with the titans? Surf intrigues and eat well meaning idiot managers? By all means, welcome to the world's local bank.
I can't defend you anymore boss because you refuse to see me as part of your team.
Whatever.
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