Santa, so what happened to your date that ya lost? Just plain embarrasing.
Was at a semi-slow party, nothing much was going on. Then some biker dude came, left and the place took off. It was obvious what had occured and I ain't into that stuff anymore. So I decided I better drink more vodka instead.
Anyway, ended up on the meat market, everything was going fine, my date was getting more and more interesting by the minute. Just not for me all the time, which I felt was a bit frustrating. Heh. They go into this pop techno club place and I tellum I am coming, just gotta get my neighbor from another (much more mature) place.
And in there I run into two ex class mates. We start talking and drinking and one of 'um, a female, she says she had a crush on me back in the days. And you know where this is going by now. I mean, here is a woman showing genuine interest in a drunken but ever more and more smiling vonSanta. Don't even have to try to be charming or anything. Which is good, since I suck at being charming and excel at being an annoying twit with as much sensual radiation as a pregnant yak that is incontinent.
A bit later I try to locate my date (the real one, not the classmate I met). She's gone. Find her friends, they tell me she has gone with some other fellow. So I guess I got dumped. I've learned that when a woman shags another man and is supposed to have shagged you, she is sending a subtle hint. And am really good at picking them up, so I am confident I might possibly be right. So that is what happened Octavius - hence the need to feel old and reused like a diaper.
Fark I sit in isolation for the years I studied, rarely going out. On my first real night out I turn back into a stupid slob with three brain cells; two are fighting over the priviledge to push the third one in its wheelchair. AND my body cannot take it and collapses for a few days afterwards. As if one of the two wasn't bad enough.
Might go out friday again. Am rebuilding a social network (nerds aren't that great for having fun downtown) so I guess I have to go. Think I still can feel the lingering effects of a hangover though, so am not sure what that'd do to my aging and aching body. Am too old for that clubbing toejame now, but that's the only scene available if you need...ehm...you know. It's just sad that one has to resort to such superficial methodologies in the hunt for a mate. But love it or leave it I guess. Heh.
You may now consider me pathetic.
Toad wrote:
The older you get, the more wise my advice to age with grace will be. ROFL you bastard! Hahah, I reckon yer right Toadie, But maybe I'll take YOU clubbing here. Even your old body will have a hormone surge. We'll SEE about aging gracefully when some woman pushes her bra-less chest into yer face.
CreamoMexican coffee? Never heard of that hangover remedy - gimme details. Might save me next weekend

Puke wrote:
StSanta, I was a swimmer and I used to do the SCUBA thing (sold all my equipment 2-yrs back though, seemed I kept seeing the same things and it just got boring.) Anyway, there is no relation and SCUBA doesn't mean you'll be good at swimming for sport. For one thing, when you SCUBA you are trying to make easy movements so you don't use up all your oxyge and swimming should be a bit more exerting/tiring. Heh well you dinnae continue up the ladder then? I got bored after about 150 dives or so. So started with more advanced forms of diving - multiple bottles and short decompression stops. Then added wreck penetration. So far I am very much still a newbie in that regard and each dive I learn some new little detail. And while the diving bit is routine, it is ALWAYS amusing to be on a new wreck, never knowing what you might find. And there is the sense of 'you're not supposed to be here, there was an accident and this great ship is now hidden away from the world' I like.
I was thinking about swimming to improve my aerobic performance and oxygen absorbtion. In essence to lower my gas consumption while I dive. I never exert myself when diving unless I absolutely must. Have run outta breath underwater before and it is NOT amusing. So swimming would be good for that, no? The old dogs in my club swim a lot and although some weight 30 kgs more than me, they consume the same amount of air. And they are on my case about it

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