2.20.2008

Big Cahunas

I gave a speech at Muhlenberg this past weekend to the students being inducted into the Language Honor Society. Irony? I was never inducted to said Society. Other irony? My speech about how to use foreign languages in a future career was pretty vague, mostly because I still don't have the answer to that question.

To make matters worse, at about lunchtime today, I realized that I was wearing my underwear inside-out.

This is symbolic of exactly how I've been feeling lately: pretty pulled together with a ridiculously basic thing twisted around. I've been doing a lot of thinking about my future, my job, love and relationships. Perhaps all of this thinking has prevented me from updating this blog recently. No, not perhaps. Definitely.

A few weekends ago I did something a bit daring and emailed someone in a national magazine. He was part of a story on singles in New York and, prompted by a rainy Saturday night in which I was home alone at 11pm, I took a chance and emailed him. What followed was not, as many of you might hope, dates and a torrid love affair in Manhattan. What followed were a couple of emails and then, after a few days of nothing, I received this in my inbox this afternoon:

So yeah. I'm probably the shittiest "Date Our Friends" contestant ever. The whole thing sort of made me uncomfortable to begin with, and I wasn't sure what to do. But I actually did meet this one girl that I really hit it off with, and I think I'm going to concentrate on her. I'm not really the date-multiple-chicks type of guy. I leave that to dudes who sleep with "The Game" under their pillows. But I'm flattered that you or anyone else wrote me. That took guts, and I appreciate it.

This? This is all I'm asking for. Holy honesty. Holy awesome, good-for-you, genuine honesty. Doesn't this impress you guys? I have no ill feelings and it even makes me root for him and his hit-it-off chick.

I've been watching a lot of Seinfeld before bed lately and maybe it's coincidence, but I have an overwhelming urge to do THE OPPOSITE in lots of areas of my life of late. I guess I feel like I have a better chance of things happening if I'm putting myself out there as much as I can, and even an email back from the guy above feels like a small victory.

Plus, it really cracks me up when Goldie looks at me, shakes her head, and tells me that I have big balls.

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