12/30/2004 - One Day Down!

I made it an entire day without obsessing about women! Boo is proud of me. I am proud, as well. Currently my email signature will read "1 day, 1 hour, and 8 minutes without obsessing about women."

No sitting and wondering what women are expecting from me. No worrying about what I should do to get a woman. No asking friends to set me up with their moms. No daydreaming about New Prospect's incredibly hot body. No thoughts of the way S***n used to look into my eyes, her eyes playfully pouting. No thoughts of handcuffs, satin scarves, massage oils, honey dust, whipped cream, nothing! No way. I am stoic! Strong!

What have I been doing for the past day? Mostly thinking about the show tomorrow night. The guy organizing it was getting nervous this morning, and he IM'ed me saying "Question for ya". Ok, hit me. Then he started typing. I sat there watching "Paul is typing a message" for about a minute and a half. Then he hits enter.

I start reading the message. There was a lot of info in there. He was telling me about his night after I left the meeting with him last night. But no question. "Paul is typing a message", so I wait...

Wow, he hit the limit for a single message again. Lots of info. No question. All of the info would be interesting... if it had a point. Yet "Paul is still typing a message", so I politely refuse to interrupt.

Dill Pickles, there's a lot more information in the next message. Interesting conversations you had last night, Paul, but I still don't see the question.

I break protocol and interrupt - "So are you asking about what kind of draw we expect?" No. Okay. "Paul can't seem to stop typing a message" I am told by Messenger. I hope he finishes before the show.

Finally, it comes out. He's concerned about the lineup. That wasn't a question, Paul. Please go back and restate that in the form of a question.

I tell Paul what I want, and we discuss other options outside of a lineup change, and I close with "It's your name on the line, man. You know what I want, but I'll work with you if there are concerns".

"No concerns, man."

Paul, did you get a sex change since I saw you last? Cuz you're starting to bug me, too.

So I send out an email update to the mailing list saying that the singer after us is a fine honey, so our gang needs to stay to check her out. Boo, that does not count as obsessing about women.