I honestly don’t know much about these types of things, but when you get back from a first date at 5AM, that’s a sign of either:

1. a really good time
2. someone being in the drunk tank, or
3. an attempted kidnapping

I leave it to you to decide which.

>On a somewhat related topic: my Dad visited me for the day on Saturday, and he asked me about my descent into moral decline, as detailed in my posts as of late. This is why, for you aspiring bloggers out there, you don’t tell anybody you know about your site, because then you afford your parents, friends, co-workers, and distant relatives the ability to read the type of stuff you only want to tell anonymous strangers. You also end up editing yourself, which I’ve done quite a bit over the years, and have only recently started breaking back out of.

I, of course, only bring this up to scare any parents, friends, co-workers, or distant relatives into not critiquing me about my site again, less they are comfortable with more of their lives being illustrated on the internets. Warfare by passive aggression.

Back to my moral decline:

In my years of dating, I’ve generally been what a friend of mine lovingly calls a Serial Monogamist. Which means, basically, that I have moved from one girlfriend to the next, without any periods of casually dating a number of people. In retrospect, this means I’ve been pretty lucky about finding compatible people. On the other hand, this means I’ve missed out on a lot.

I’m making up for it now.

Sometime around 4AM Friday night, on the aforementioned date, she asks me, “You’re not a player or anything, right?” Which Wikipedia defines as:

Player (dating): slang term for a (usually male) individual skilled at sexual seduction.

By the way, the fact that Wikipedia even has a definition for “player” has earned it my undying love and adoration.

>Anyway, 4AM Friday, asks the question, and as I am in the middle of explaining all the ways that I am decidedly not a player, the 21 year-old calls. Three times.

wah-waaaaah

Just for the record, I’m not a player (at least by my definition), but the timing was hilarious. And my Saturday night might also make you think otherwise, but try to forget that.

.: "A goldfish gets its bowl drained of its water, then the water gets replaced by Mountain Dew and the goldfish dies. The Mountain Dew is then drained and replaced with water. The goldfish is still dead, but is ressurected with a 9 volt battery." (via kottke)
>.: The best spam ever:

From: Evil Spam Merchant
Subject: Fucking St. Valentine

What are you to do if you have bad erection? Especially in the forthcoming Saint Valentines Day???
Don t worry, it is not the last of pea-time...
The most simple way is to visit our site, order the medication and that is all you are to do!

Do not kill the clock!

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