Conquistador Instant Leprosy

The tingling fresh coffee which brings you exciting new cholera, mange, dropsy, the clap, hard pad and athlete's head. From the House of Conquistador.

Chock full of the esoteric and the gratuitous, sort of like my life.

(Formerly known as Pomegranate Rickey.)

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Accident girl update

Well, that was unexpected. I post a question about whether I should ask a girl out and I end up with the most responses I've ever gotten on any post on any blog I've done to date. Granted, the unorthodox nature of the situation probably had something do with the numerous and varied responses- had I met her, say, inside the library I wouldn't even have asked- as did the multiple posts from certain visitors (hi Matt!). But anyway, thought you'd like to know what became of it.

I decided to call her up after all, and I did so on Wednesday afternoon, during a slow moment at work. When she picked up I introduced myself and told her that my car was doing just fine, so she needn't worry. So far so good, right? But once I had related the good news to her, I no longer felt compelled to ask her out. It wasn't that I was nervous- indeed, I wasn't nervous at all, which isn't like me, and maybe that's why I didn't ask. I also, for whatever reason, was no longer getting the same vibe from her that I did on Friday, which I guess makes sense too, since instead of the guy whose car she had just backed into, I was now just some guy calling her semi-randomly on the phone. Either way, I basically just gave her the news, she seemed fine about it, and then I said goodbye.

Now, is this the behavior of the prospective twentysomething single man on the dating market? No, I suppose it isn't. Matt quoted SWINGERS in his responses to my last post, essentially saying that in order to succeed with the opposite sex one needs to be strong and fierce and aggressive, but that ain't me, babe. I can't be someone I'm not just because conventional wisdom says that's the most effective course of action. In a situation like this, I'm more likely to heed the words of the hack director in MULHOLLAND DR., who said, "don't make it real until it feels real." So maybe I missed an opportunity with this girl- there'll be others, at least some of whom I'll have more in common with than a couple of scratches on our cars.

In other news, I bought my Horror Marathon ticket today. I'm stoked! So far the only titles confirmed are RABID and BLACK CHRISTMAS, but it's still two weeks away, which leaves us plenty of time for more Marathon news and a few last-minute surprises as well. Horror is the 21st and 22nd, so between that, FLAGS OF OUR FATHERS, THE PRESTIGE, and the BABY DOLL/PRETTY BABY double feature at Wexner that weekend's going to be jam-packed. I couldn't be happier.