A funny thing happened on the way to the party...

Women sure are funny creatures.

Andromeda broke up with me last night.

Oddly enough, not because of anything I do, or don't do...but because her friends don't like me. It's not a big deal, as I don't like her friends. But I've made it a point to be pleasant to be around. I'm not rude, or judgmental. But I'm not there to impress them, I'm there to impress her. That's how I roll.

She claimed, later on in an apologetic e-mail the morning after (this morning), that she was afraid of rejection. That she was frightened of how powerful her feelings were for me. And that self-doubt, combined with her friends' judgments on how she could "do better" than me, made her decide to shank me from behind, like a ninja.

I've done everything one could possibly do. I treated the girl like platinum-encrusted diamonds. But apparently that's not enough.

But here's the kicker. She didn't show any sign of there being a problem. I'm pretty keen on noticing when things are out of place. On top of that, she chose to break up with me by coming over, dressed to the 9's, on the night we were supposed to go out (I was in the process of getting ready)...then went out.

Without me.

Seems like a weird thing to do. But I guess she felt it needed the personal touch.

Now I'm pretty even-tempered, I don't rage, or cry, when things don't go my way. I'm angry, and hurt, but not so much that I've taken leave of my senses. Something does seem odd about this, though.

Something about the timing of it bothers me. It's like her friends told her to drop me like a hot potato, then probably suggested that if she went out with them, they'd party their faces off, and she'd then have all sorts of hot bodies to chase after her at the bar.

At least that's how it plays out in my head.

In any case, she apologized, and asked for a 2nd chance. I've been mulling it over, and to be honest, I don't see how she has any way of coming back from this. If she's so wishy-washy that she's taking her friends' opinions over her own...

Meh.

Time warp(ed)

Wow, I haven't posted since August. Funny thing is, it doesn't seem like such a long time. As usual, I've been busy. Work, dating, work, dating. Lather, rinse, repeat.

I have met someone whom I will call "Andromeda". I've been seeing her regularly for the last 2 months. So far, haven't seen any signs of her being crazy/psychotic (usually it takes a few weeks for those good at hiding it to start to show signs). She also has a very diverse array of skills: being a trained chef, seamstress, and interior decorator, just to name a few. It does make me contemplate my own skills, of which I have none. And I'm not going to count my uncanny ability to not sleep. I enjoy my time with her, and the feeling seems mutual, as I've met her family and pets. At least half of my week is spent with her in some way.

Beyond that, I've been nursing my MMO addiction (Age of Conan), as well as my Rock Band addiction, which has flared up (not unlike hemorrhoids, but much more enjoyable) with the advent of Rock Band 3.

So yeah...for all 1 of you who read this blog, I'm putting up this post to establish that I'm not dead...yet.