Add this to the list of great ideas and Jewlie and I have.
Last night we went to Crazy 4 Cult, which is an annual group art show created by Kevin Smith. The theme of the show is cult movies and culture and with the content being what it is, throw in a comic book store right next door, the crowd is usually of the geeky variety, which is good for Jewlie and me.
So Jewlie and I were talking about being each others’ wingmen, or wingpersons if you will. Except that we then realized we had no idea what a wingman actually does. We tried to look it up but the Wikipedia entry needs some work. (Update: The actual Wiki entry for a flight wingman is much more informative.)
Then a genius idea, we should write a book, no a blog, a nerd’s guide to dating. What is a wingman? What are appropriate topics for first date conversation? What happens when nerds date nerds and what happens when nerds date non-nerdy types?
Of course, just like any other idea I have, I thought, wait has this been done before? Probably, Wasn’t it called Sex and the City?
Uh, well, not quite the same but that’s the general idea. Seeing as how we didn’t know what the “right” answers to all those questions were I figured we’d just blog about our experiences, but then you have to wonder, “Who is going to read that?” We’d have to be entertaining ALL the time. That is really tiring. Sometimes Jewlie and I just like to take a break, sit around, and be desperately boring, bland and humorless. So, you know, we just scrapped that idea, went to the show and ended up going home at 8:30 so we could be in bed by 9.
It’s over now. I am sad (but also relieved). I am sad because he was something different than anyone/thing I have ever had before and there is a fear there that I will never get someone like him again. I realize this is a superficial and irrational thought, still it’s there and it’s an honest thought.
Silly fears, silly worries, silly things I can’t change. But what makes this time different than any other time I’ve had before? Nothing really. Everything works the same way, the details are different but the motions (as in the motions one would go through) are all the same. I’ll be fine and this will be just another memory to add to the barrel of ones that didn’t work out. And therefore rational thought tells me I shouldn’t let it bother me too much.
I didn’t want it to end but then does anyone ever want things to end? I suppose in special circumstances, yes, but generally when people meet someone they really like they wan to keep that person around for as long as possible.
No, I think now I am mainly sad because I lost something that had the potential to be low maintenance. Something very easy. Mild. Which was all I wanted for once. It seems hard to come by nowadays.
I know nice guys finish last but is it the same with girls?
I’ve tried being the nice girl, the good girl. Polite, always smiles sweetly, not too loud or obnoxious….I get stepped on.
I’ve tried being feisty and fun, the bad girl, the party girl…I get used.
Finals are basically over and yet I can’t get the weight off my chest. It’s like there is something lurking in the corner of my heart, weighing it down and I can’t see it because of all the fog and spiderwebs.
So what exactly are the benefits of mind altering drugs again? I’ve never done them and I’m wondering if they’ll help.