Hypothesis: If I go on a date that in enjoyable and I make a connection with the other person and I get a goodnight kiss aswell, than I will get a second date.
Control: My reactions and conversation on this date.
Independent: Whether or not he will call me back.
Results: On my latest date through OKC I met this person who was funny and personable and actually had some interest to him. We are hitting it off really well to the point where we decide to leave and walk around the neighborhood. Walking around the area, talking and laughing; eventually kissing. It was lovely.
Then what?! NOTHING! No call. No message. NOTHING… What is that about!?
Conclusion: It doesn’t matter how much you think you hit it off with that guy. If you don’t get a response back than you obviously didn’t have the same date experience.
This is an in-depth look into the different ways to itch your favorite ladies.
- The Shimmy
- This move is mostly in the shoulders. It starts with a subtle shoulder shake to find exactly where the itch is hiding. Once located shimmy more violently until the collision of your ladies is enough to take care of that pestering itch.
- The Big Squeeze
- This itch involves the arms squishing the boobs together. If done correctly it looks like your simply stretching your shoulders. If done improperly you look like you’re squishing your boobs together in some sort of odd mating ritual.
- The Brush Up
- This is used for those itches located at the front of your chest. It’s a movement similar to a disco dance move, but with the limp hand of someone truly disinterested. Unlike the aforementioned disco move, do not do this repeatedly as it will certainly draw attention, which defeats the purpose.
- Just Go for It
- Pretty self-explanatory. Sometimes you just have to scratch that itch. It’s not the most lady-like option, but who cares. There is no at work you need to impress, plus you walked out of the door without eyeliner today so obviously you set the bar low.
As someone who actively tries to live sustainably and reduce my carbon foot print (even though I just bought a car…) I find I increasingly hate recycling.
Recycling does have some benefits of reducing waste and reusing old materials for new purposes, however I know too much. For instance I know that the amount of recycled material that can actually be used is almost too small to benefit the planet as the amount of industry it takes to produce these materials is astounding. Trucks to move the material, buildings and machines that run on nonrenewable resources and what to do with all the material we put in recycling that cannot actually be recycled. There is a whole process for that as well. Most of what we think we recycle goes right where we didn’t want it to go in the first place.
The other negative is that people think that just because they are recycling, they are doing enough and therefore do not have to add any other environmental practices to their life. This is a falsehood and a security blanket that people use all too often.
Therefore I find I no longer like recycling. I will still do it, but I will do so with the knowledge of the facade.
Remember when you were young and the cardboard tube was the ultimate in entertainment. You were all of the sudden a knight or ninja (or in my case a Jedi Master). Well at the Depot these tubes are in abundance as every outdoor rug has one at the center. One fine evening I was closing the roof top garden with a couple coworkers and we came across one of these tubes. Not only did we find one such item but it was the most spectacular of cardboard tubes that could exist. It was about the length of a javelin and was far sturdier than any from my childhood.
For the next 90 minutes we practiced for the Olympics by throwing this tube across like the javelin it resembled. Though I am not in any way skilled in this art, I did get in a couple good throws. It was the moment that this tube nearly careened off of the roof onto the busy street below that I realized we would probably be fined for injuring any cars on the street below and would certainly be fired if that did indeed happen that we decided to leave it to the professionals.
One of the men on that roof with me was later promoted to be my supervisor.
As a woman who worked in a hardware store I was pretty used to dealing with people assuming I couldn’t do anything. On this day I was working on the roof top garden and just doing my job. A man came up and began asking me about the mulch options.
“Yes of course. We have many options of mulch. You can go with cedar mulch, which can be a natural pesticide. We also have a wide variety of colored mulch, but be careful as it may stain the trunk of your car.”
As the customer was weighing his options I took that opportunity to run to the main floor.
When I came back I found out that he had noticed my leaving and before leaving asked the cashier “Where is the cute manly girl? I wanted her to load my mulch.”
- You are a full grown adult. You can load your own mulch.
- Did you seriously just say you wanted to watch me load your mulch?! That is just fowl.
- “Cute Manly Girl”? How is that supposed to be flattering? Just because I’m not weak and I know about mulch?
Ever have that moment at work were you realize that all of your money and schooling and years of papers and finals led up to a job that has nothing to do with your major and instead you use your degree to annoy and bore the woman who does your nails?
“Oh… this new style is called granite? I can see that. These pink flakes would be the potassium feldspar. You know… feldspar actually comes in a variety of colors and is only pink when the mineral composition includes potassium. If it were white it would include calcium.”
Thanks Earth and Environmental Science Degree
Hypothesis: If the main picture on a person’s profile covers his face completely, than there is probably a good reason for it.
Constant: My continuous yammering about whatever I could think of that would change his facial expression from looking like he wants to make a life-like puppet of me out of my toe nail clippings.
Independent: The array of facial expressions this guy made throughout our coffee date.
Results: A while back I went on a date with a guy who seemed like a good option. Sure his main picture was of him wearing a wolf mask, but his other picture seemed relatively normal. Plus, honestly, I like dressing up sometimes. We went for coffee because it seemed like a safe enough option. Beer googles are bad news for a first date. So the coffee date was going well until I realized that every time I was talking he would get this resting murderface. At first I thought that this was just a momentary issue that would resolve itself when a new topic was brought up, but that was not the case. If he was talking, he was interesting and made a wide variety of expressions that were actually quite pleasant. When I was talking, he turned off all charm and looked at me like he couldn’t wait until I turned my back so he could rip a hair from my head and being the cloning process.
Conclusion: I am not attracted to people whose resting face is at best chilling and at worst the very root of all evil.