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OkCupid recently started a blog where they took all the data it’s collected as an online dating site and analyzed it. I was particularly interested in their most recent post on race. They took a look at whether a person’s race played a factor in getting a message back from someone they wrote to.

Their conclusion: yes it does- by a lot.

Here’s a graph from that post that shows reply rates between different races:

As you can see being an Asian male isn’t as great as being an White male.

Another chart from the post shows results of a poll question on the site:

As you can see White people, and White women, mostly prefer to date within their race.

A very interesting post, one that makes me very disappointed.

I’ve occasionally joked about my preference for White women over Asian women, much to the surprise of some less-than-open-minded friends, and I’ve hinted at it on this blog. I don’t think my taste is earth shattering, in fact it’s apparently something Asian guys like. My reasoning for this was explained quite clearly in their post:

On the contrary, white girls are many times the secret fantasy of any Twinkie. No, this is not a partially-hydrogenated pastry, but the Asian guy who has a bunch of white friends and does the things white guys do. There’s one problem: He’s stuck in an Asian body. Twinkies can be compared to a single kitten growing up in the midst of puppies. Twinkies feel like they are puppies because they are enculturated and they like what other puppies like, including the female dogs. Due to this immersion, Asians end up adopting white beauty standards. (but the same isn’t reciprocated by white girls.)

They are YouTube videos about it and apparently how-to manuals for it. But that doesn’t change the way I feel about this.

Honestly I think it sucks.

I will be the first to admit that I am a full fledged Twinkie. I do feel like that kitten that grew up in a world full of puppies. I like what White guys like: White girls.

What sucks is that White girls don’t like Asian guys.

I know I’m a smart, funny, outgoing, and caring individual; its just that sometimes I feel that I am trapped in this body, this shell that I actually like (I don’t think I’m that bad looking) but it’s a shell that’s not on the top of the list of the women I go after.

Sometimes I joke that I want to be white.

What I don’t tell you is that I want to be white so white girls would actually like me.

In today’s world we are changing the way we think about race in the workplace and life- but I can’t help but think there’s still a lot of hardwired racism I have to fight when it comes to physical attraction. I could have the best personality in the world but I doubt that’s going to make that brunette across the way like me any more if she’s into white guys.

Because I’m not a white guy, but sometimes I want to be.

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I’ll let the photos explain it all…

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Stephanie had some wise words for the group as we sat around a bonfire on the beach last night:

“Relationships are like food, you can have two things, like peanut butter and chocolate, by themselves they are awesome but when you put them together they are even more awesome. You could also have two amazing things like chocolate and ketchup, and if you put them together it’s gross.”

To that analogy I said, “Well I must be ketchup then,” to which she replied, “Then Patrick, you need to find mustard.”

Tonight is the our last night on the beach and it’s a rather sad around the house, however we are ready to end the week with a bang. After a dinner at The Gingerbread House, we are getting ready for 7 v7 survivor flip cup.

It’s going to be sad returning back to the real world.

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“I’m gonna say something out loud that I’ve been doing a pretty good job of not saying out loud lately. What you and Tony have– what i thought for a second you and I had… …what i know that Marshall and Lily have… i want that. I do. I keep waiting for it to happen and waiting for it to happen, and… I guess I”m just, um… I’m tired of waiting. and that is all i’m going to say on that subject.” – Ted Mosby

Oh Ted, never have truer words have been spoken.

Because I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.

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Today I received a notice that a former Metblogs writer had passed away. He was a writer back in 2007- way before I started writing for them. I told the mother ship that I’d write a small post about his passing and I just started thinking about this guy I don’t know yet I know everything about.

In the age of websites, blogs, and Facebook,  I was able to find everything about him. It was weird and creepy to be reading the Facebook wall of a person that was deceased.  There were status messages about him cooking dinner and exchanges with his friends- now the top of the feed has messages of prayers, all following a message from his sister that said he was in the hospital.

Not only did this man leave behind friends and family, but he also leaves behind a footprint that is still fresh in the earth of The Internet. Thinking about me as a blogger and all of the other bloggers out there- we will all leave similar footprints when we leave as well. We will all leave incomplete posts and unmoderated comments in the queue and Facebook requests that will go unanswered. Much like the physical items, there is an online presence that we create as long as we walk The Earth.

I think of Randy Pausch and the words and images he’s left behind. His famous speech is now immortalized on video and in print. His online legacy will be slow to fade- but we may not be so lucky. The Internet can keep you alive forever, but it can also make you disappear in an instant. As time goes by pages will close and profiles will be deleted.

When I first heard of this news I also thought of a blog post I read last summer. Herb of DC, pondered what would happen to his blog if he died. I remember thinking how I often schedule posts ahead of time- writing them all out over a weekend afternoon. It could be possible that this blog would be alive for a few days longer than me.

Some somber thoughts to think about, how our lives and our legacies have changed with the advent of social media.

Update: Looks like Time Magazine decided to answer the question themselves.

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I originally wanted to title this post, “The Gallon Challenge”, but Wendi told me that it refers to a more disgusting stunt that involves dairy products. I was well aware of the milk gallon challenge but didn’t know it was called that.

A little factoid about me, I enjoy keeping hydrated.

While I’m at work I have a 32oz Nalgene bottle with me that I used to use to make sure I got my 8 glasses of water a day. At first I used to try and drink 64 oz within my work day so I would know I’d be on point, but as the 8×8 theory continues to get debunked, I’ve mellowed out to casually drinking a bottle’s worth. None the less I try to drink water as a part of a healthy lifestyle- I’ve never been a fan of soda except as a mixer.

My co-worker Krissy recently caught on to my Nalgene habit and started bringing her own Nalegene to work as well. That got the ball rolling about our daily water consumption… and how extreme we could make it.

Now Krissy and I have been competitors in weird areas, but somehow last week we decided to see if we could drink a gallon of water.

At first, we had fears that an attempt to drink a gallon of water would be lethal, and we didn’t want to end up dead (especially if we didn’t get a Wii in return.) So we decided to make it an endurance challenge, could we consume an entire gallon of water over our workday. It’s not as easy as it looks. At best I was drinking 64oz of water over the course of a day, and that was tough enough, now I was going to attempt twice that in the same amount of time.

So last Friday I brought in two gallons of drinking water for Krissy and I to drink over the course of our work day.

Yummy Giant brand water!

After the first fill-up of the Nalgene I really thought it wouldn’t be that hard- look how much of a dent I made!

I was ready to rock and hydrate! At noon we checked-in to see how we were doing, we were both drinking at the same rate pretty much, Krissy was using a glass (left her Nalegene at home) so at lunch time she was actually ahead. I felt fine but Krissy told me she felt sloshy, “Patrick, I can feel the water in my stomach when I walk!”

Peeing was inevitable and encouraged, we weren’t trying to hold it in- just drink it up. By 3 PM I logged only three trips to the bathroom but Krissy had around five.  However at 3 I already drank two Nalgene bottles worth and now I was going into uncharted territory when it came to water consumption. Trying to drink the water became a little bit tougher as we hit the home stretch.

We agreed to do the challenge on a Friday since it was casual day and work was expected to be slow. That wasn’t the case, I spent the day editing videos for a presentation and I had to excuse myself twice during a review session so I could empty my bladder. My supervisor enjoyed the explanation of my frequent urges. However by the end of the work day Krissy and I chugged our last 12 oz and we finished our gallon challenge intact. And we only had to pee a combined 13 times!

To many it maybe silly but for us it’s just another life accomplishment.

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Let me tell you a story about Taiwanese pitcher Chien-Ming Wang.

In 2007 he did very well with the New York Yankees, he ended the season with a 19-7 record, 3.70 ERA, 1.29 WHIP, and 104 Ks over 199.1 innings. Not that bad.

In 2008 he did ok, he went 8-2 before ending the season in June with a foot injury he sustained while running the bases. You gotta watch out about running- you can get hurt sometimes.

This year it looks like Chien-Ming Wang hasn’t been able to get things started. Over the three games he’s started this year he’s only pitched 6 total innings and allowed 23 earned runs. That means he has a 34.50 ERA.

34.50.

For those that don’t know about ERA or baseball. You are great if you have a ERA between 1-2, you are bad if you have a ERA between 4-6. He is off the charts.

At least he’s not David Moraga (pitched 4 games in 2000, ended with a 40.50 ERA.)

That being said I had this conversation with my pal Sean:

Dmbosstone : for now on  we’re going to use Chien-Ming Wang’s name as a euphemism for sucking
SMR12: hahaha nice!!!!
Dmbosstone :  “I pulled a Chen Ming Wang today when I totally failed at remembering the groceries.”
Dmbosstone: I think  you should start using it around town
SMR12: that will pick up soooo fast
Dmbosstone: I’m going to blog it
SMR12 : do it

I’ve tried to create phrases to little success but I’m going to make this one work for anybody that is a baseball or Red Sox fan.

But chances are I’m pulling a Chien-Ming Wang by writing this post.

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Before I went out to that rehearsal, I was in my room with Nicole when I got a knock at the door. My roommate Sarah came up to tell me that she got her truck stuck in the backyard.

The truck was stuck in our driveway behind two cars and she tried to drive around house through the backyard- a move that’s worked before however she miscalculated the fact it has been raining for two straight days, turning the yard into a mud sinkhole.

First Mike and I tried to push it but to no avail. That truck was stuck in the mud.

I then tried to hump the truck but that didn’t work either.

Sarah had to call AAA and a tow truck ran a line out and pulled it out.

So I hope all you out there remember not to take you truck into the backyard after it rains. It’s bad news.

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Well it appears that everyone is writing about their first kisses. I’d like to talk about something else before we get into that.

I’d like to talk about the moment before the first kiss. Now sometimes that moment is short lived, sometimes it’s milked- but I think everybody has had a kiss that’s started with that moment.

What moment? It maybe at the end of a date, cuddling on the couch, sitting together in a parked car. Your heart starts to beat a bit faster in turn your speech speeds up a bit and eventually follows the path of your brain and turns into mush. If you had any game or sense of suave-ness you have probably lost it at that point. As a result you may start rambling or start grasping at straws to continuing what little banter is going on. You want to prolong the moment before you hit that silence, that awkward silence.

Your eyes meets hers and you notice a subtle change in her expression- little do you know that you have changed yours as well. All of a sudden you start your voice trails off and talk a bit softer- you may even start whispering for some weird reason. You both have that look and telepathically you both know you are about to make out. Now if you were like in me in current younger years you may have not have had the courage confidence to go in for that kiss, so you fumble around some more and if you are lucky you reach that point again and you go for it- or she gets tired of waiting and makes the move herself.

Now there are plenty of situations where that doesn’t happen- say you are 10 drinks deep in a bar, you have drowned those reactions away and you are ready to lock lips with anyone that agrees. I’m not saying it always happens but it happens sometimes.

Unlike my friend Candace- who could draw up a list of over 100 people she’s made out with, my list isn’t as long but at least they are memorable… well most of them.

• My first kiss was in a parked car by Crystal Lake. I was with a good friend I went to high school with but was now in college (score!) and we were talking about first kisses and I let it slipped out that I’ve yet to have one. She fixed that one up pretty quickly. I giggled right before we locked lips. Afterwards we went bowling.
• During new student orientation sophomore year: She was a freshmen and I was an Orientation Leader that was too cool for school. We were hanging out in her dorm and we had that moment… for way too long. We literally stared into each others eyes as we fumbled about with small talk. At one point I just said WTF and went in. I literally said, “oh what the fuck.”
• I’m not sure how it happened but it was Spree day. That’s all I really remembered. That and it was the middle of the day. She probably came over to my dorm room for drinks.
• She came over after Orientation junior year and we watched some romantic comedy. We were cuddling as the credits rolled and we met each other face to face and it just happened. Afterwards, I walked her over to the campus center and said goodnight. She then made out with the building manager who was closing up the building.
• A game of spin the bottle in Mara Village resulted in progressive making out with three girls. When there’s a crowd watching you really can’t really have that awkward moment.
• Technically not a first kiss but it was the first one that really counted. After a bottle of Malibu while watching Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind, we found ourselves facing each other and again, it just happened. Not much of a moment when alcohol is involved.
• I was already the life of the party after I took off my clothes and gave someone a lap dance. Fueled by some liquid confidence I spotted her across the room and I swore she looked at me and I looked at her. I walked right up to her in the middle of the room and we just went at it. The crowd roars for a second time.
• At a convention in Minnesota we go back to her room but her roommate is already back and snoring. We duck into her bathroom and after I close the door she walks up to me and pins me against it. That night turns me into a hero of the trip.
• I can’t remember this particular one rather well- it’s kinda sad because I thought she was kinda special. I think it was in her room in Mara Village. There’s been some tensions brewing up for awhile and after resisting my advances she just stares at me and darts in for a quick peck that leads into a whole lot more.
• It was her birthday and we walk back to her dorm. We shared her undersized bed together and we kiss under the moonlight shining through her window. It was a nice night but the only one we’d share together.
• After a night out we got back up to her apartment and we sit on the couch and chat. The awkward moment springs about and I recall saying an incredibly cheesy line before I go on for the kiss. We then run up to the roof so we can lock lips in front of the DC cityscape.
• I brought her home after a baseball game and we sit in my car next to her apartment, I try not to take too much of an awkward silence and just lean in at the appropriate time.
• I took her to a DMB concert and it was a kiss that came after years of anticipation. Unfortunately a big pre-game catches up with me and I’m done for the rest of the show.
• It was Caron Butler’s birthday and we celebrated in style. It either happened on the dance floor or in the cab on the way back to my place.
• After a baseball game and drinks in Clarendon I get called out for walking her in the direction of my place. It doesn’t matter however as we made out after I put my arms around her as we sit on the couch.
• We went out for drinks and I took her for a walk that ended at Lafayette Park. We sit on a bench admiring the White House and the stars and we hold hands. I turned my head and she turned hers, we look into each others eyes and I lean in.
• She invited me over and we have some drinks in her parents basement.
• I was on a mission and I spotted her across the room. I get her a drink and we danced the night away, the first kiss was a public statement in the middle of an entire room.
• After a night out we go up to her apartment. The awkward moment comes but I talk my way out of it, even explaining it before I go in for the kiss.
• Update: Because I might as well have a living document of all my hook-ups: this past spring there was the time there wasn’t an awkward silence at all. In fact it was one of the most passionate moments I’ve ever had.
• I’m surprised it doesn’t happen more often but this past summer I had the “get drunk and dance with a girl equally drunk that making out isn’t a surprise but expected” moment.
• I also had the, “we’ve been friends for awhile but all of a sudden things are different” moment. I get called out but I make this amazingly smooth move.
• It was a cold winter night and we managed to watch an episode of How I Met Your Mother but didn’t make it through the movie we picked out after.

So I want to hear about your first kiss- has anybody else had that moment?

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The Age Of The Nice Guy: Let’s Do It.

When I first saw the title of Lilu’s latest post I knew I had to read it. For the longest time I considered myself a nice guy, and I never knew if that was bad or good. I’m totally in support of her plead to the women of the world to really consider that nice guy that you may look over- and I could only hope that her words change the minds of some of the women I meet.

However the post also got me thinking about a lot of gripes I have about dating, women, and probably myself.

What I’ve Learning About Dating (aka Why I’ll Never Get A Date Again)

1. Trying to talk to girls at a bar sucks: Why do guys even try? You walk into a bar with your buddies and you got drinks, music, and if you are lucky, beautiful girls. Never can a place be a source of so much fun and so much rejection at the same time. Here’s the thing: the action of talking to any girl you don’t know in a bar is daunting because it’s very blatant action. If a guy walks up to a girl to talk to her- it’s 99.9% that he’s hitting on you. And that’s fine if the girl is into meeting people and interested in talking. But who can tell the difference between the girl that wants to talk to guys and the girl that wants to stick with their pack and in Dane Cook’s words, “just dance.” Guys put a lot on the line when they walk up to the girl, and it’s very easy for the girl to reject it and send him home crashing. If I know one thing I’ll never meet a girl in a bar (besides Carrie but that was a different story.)
2. I don’t know if I could ever date a Blogger: As a blogger myself, I wonder what it would be like for two people that openly wrote on the Internet to date. Would they by spying on each other’s thoughts on their blog? How more/less stalkerish is it compared the usual Facebook stalking? Not really a grip but an interesting question that would bring up a lot of issues I’m sure.
3. I don’t have the right look/personality/height: I’ve gone back and forth on this constantly. I don’t care what studies, survey, or polls say; it’s much easier to get in the door if you look good. Sure a personality may keep a girl longer but I often wonder what is it about how I look that’s not right. Sure I’m not 6′ and I don’t have a six-pack that’s not found in the fridge, but I think I’m damn funny sometimes but being funny doesn’t always convey across a bar while looking fantastic does. If a girl sees you across the room and thinks you look funny- that’s not a good thing. Unlike my next item I’ve tried to gain some sort of control over this so I can say I’ve tried my best under looks- but who knows if it’s enough?
4. The X-Factor: Sometimes things happen beyond your exact control that ruins a date, relationship, life. You gotta realize it’s nothing you can control and move on. Did a emergency with a friend ruin that first date? Maybe it was raining when you went out on that picnic. Sometimes you have to deal with what you’re dealt.
5. Sometimes Women Play The Race Card: Hey this one goes both ways- so I know I can’t complain but I’ll put it out there. I’ve seen this with a lot of the Internet dating that goes on that we get picky when it comes to race. Those that know me know that while I am not totally against dating other Asians- it’s a simply that I’m not attracted to most Asians- it’s a product of growing up in the whitest state ever. You’ll actually see that a lot that other Asians often don’t date within their race. I’m all for it. However it sucks when I see that cute girl actually pictures their ideal mate as average Joe white guy. I feel that I get rejected before I even get a chance. Does it make me wish I was white- I’ll have to let PostSecret answer that one.
6. I don’t know if I should be happy my friends aren’t setting me up: Do my friends think I’m happy single or capable of meeting someone- or that it wouldn’t be a good idea that I date any of their friends?
7. Does Internet dating make me look desperate?: I think I can answer this one no based on recent conversations.
8. How many bridges am I willing to burn?: You know what I’m talking about, you are friends with someone you’d like to be more than friends with- but you don’t want to risk it all by letting them know how you feel. It’s not that I have anyone like that right now, but how about the new people you meet? Do you try and be friends with them first or otherwise? I wonder if I could still be friends with someone that knew I was hitting on them and got rejected.
9. I Hate Games: Do you know why I love my friend Rebecca? Because she’s one of the most straight forward people I’ve met. I’d love to take her straight-forwardness and bring it to my dating life. I feel that I’m rather straight forward, now if only women could be…
10. Never Just Do Movie & Dinner: I actually enjoy trying to come up with some sort of date that’s not typical and boring, maybe it’s just rearranging the order of the activities or putting some other spin on it, I think the dating process should be exciting and fun- not a cliche activity.

Ok that list is kind of a downer so I need to draw up this one…

Why You Should Totally Date Me (aka Why I Still Have Hope I’ll Get A Date)

To avoid gross inaccuracies about me I asked 11 girls that know me to suggest a reason:

1. Melanie: you’re kind of a geek if you don’t mind my saying so. (this is a good thing.) I have always found “geeks” to be incredibly genuine.
2. Rachel: Well you’re considerate. You walked me home, which is big points in my book. Of course you could have just trying to get lucky, but..
3. Shannon: You are a sweet, caring, generous person. You knows how to make someone laugh, has killer dance moves, and will always hold the door for a lady. If you ever need DMB tickets he is the one to go too.
4. Katie: You can take girls on fun dates: Wizards Games, Nationals Games… not the same old dinner and a movie.
5. Stephanie: Reason number one: your license plate. But you also make people around feel comfortable no matter where you are or what you are doing, you make it a point to have fun and make sure those around you have fun.
6. Emily: He’s awesome and always fun to hang out with.
7. Carrie: You’re an exceptionally friendly and outgoing person. You have a dorky side but that’s something I think is fun about you. You’re a great writer and throw yourself into the things you like to do.
8. Diana: You make a lot of money and have a big donger? That’s what most chicks go for. Well, you’re also smart and motivated and fun to be around so chicks dig that too.
9. Laura M.: You like watching obscure movies on Netflix, you like going on late night drives,and  you make secret suprise birthday cookies. (Note: I cannot bake so please do not always expect Surprise Birthday cookies)
10. Laura B.: I would date you because you give great hugs and knows how to treat a lady right.

So there you go- ten answers that should be sure to inflate my ego- but maybe there’s hope for me. I asked one more person for her answer:

Nicole: I think looks are important and you are lying if you say they don’t matter. So obviously I think you are a good looking guy, and once I got to know you a little better you became even more attractive to me. I’m honestly shocked that you don’t have a girlfriend, you are a great catch. Lucky for me! P.S. One week til I see you!

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As I was going out with my pal LJ this past weekend I found out that he was moving away this fall to start Grad school at Penn State.

He was only the latest in a wave of friends that will be moving away this summer. My friends Sarah and Falkor are moving to Atlanta as Sarah starts school at Emory and my friend Wendi will be starting law school somewhere in Boston, she hasn’t decided yet but it looks like the local option might not happen. One of my roommates is also moving away this summer.

I didn’t move to Northern Virginia without that fear. That fear of starting life over. Sure I had to find a job and a place to live but neither one of those tasks measures up to the thought of making friends and building up a whole new social network. For the first time in a long time I was starting over from scratch. Sure you could say college was like starting over but the environment of college lent itself to making friends and I had no trouble with that- which is why I was somewhat confident I’d be ok in DC after college… but only somewhat.

In my three years here I’ve been extremely thankful that I have been able to make many friends here. However I’ve had to say goodbye to quite a few in these years. One of my most trusted friends in the area recently told me her five year plan- and how it didn’t include a prolong stay in DC. It makes me sad to think about it.

Washington DC is known for being a transient city as people come and go as often as Presidents and lawmakers. But here’s the thing- I love DC. I love where I live, where I play, where I call home. It makes me really sad when I hear how another one of my friends decide to leave the place I love so much. I don’t know why that is, life is different for everyone and the winds of change will take different people on different paths, some away from here and away from me.

Sometimes I feel like I have this selfish want, the want for all my friends just stay here with me and we can all have a good time. However at the same time I do love my friends enough that I want to see them happy- and for some that means moving away from me.

So why am I really not looking forward to this Autumn? Maybe it’s the realization that my circle of friends will shrink a little bit and I walk a bit closer to returning to the place I was at when I first set foot in this state: alone.

I don’t want to think about having all my friends leave me but I do know one thing- if I did it once, I can do it again. In the big picture my network of friends will only grow larger as it has from day one. Just because my friends aren’t close by doesn’t mean they aren’t my friends.

So what will this fall by like? I don’t know.

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“Things are gonna be really busy for me in the next couple of weeks.”

A girl told me this a couple weeks ago, and like that I got filed into a tidy box marked, “rejected.” Maybe if I was lucky she’ll put the box in a closet and move it to the left.

Sometimes a girl will tell you straight up that you have no chance with her. Other times they put up the busy excuse: out of town, work getting out of control, friends in town, etc.

The idea is her life has gotten so busy that she doesn’t have time to date anyone.

Sounds normal right? People get busy. It’s not like she’s saying she doesn’t want to not see you, she just can’t do it now. You are left with hope that there’s always the next week, the next weekend, then she’ll be free.

That’s not the case guys. She just can’t tell you the truth: she’s too nice to tell you she doesn’t want to date you.

It’s a theory that I would like to call the, “Washing My Hair” theory. It borrows from the old joke that a girl has to take a shower all night long- and thus cannot go out with you.

So the theory works like this: if a girl is really attracted to you beyond the first date she’ll make you a priority.

I’m not saying that women aren’t really busy, but that her interest level in you doesn’t trump other events in her life. I feel that if a girl is really into you she will always find time for even a cup of coffee or a drink.

Katie:  on the second date with [current boyfriend], i had a horrible, horrible day.
i thought about canceling.
but thought better of it because i liked him so much.

Now there are somethings in life that do get in the way- but if a girl is really interested in you she’s not going to let you go without knowing she’s going to see you again. Maybe she’ll recommend a better time and you make a date then.

I guess what makes me so frustrated is that I want to know what’s really going on. There’s a false sense of hope when a girl is really busy- a sense that maybe you’ll get that second date in.

But alas I’ve now learned that if a girl is busy- she’s too busy for you- if a different guy walks in she may be all of a sudden less busy.

Am I right ladies?

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My friend Krissy says that “it makes every morning fabulous” and that she can, ” eat this for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner…”

I’m talking about oatmeal, my breakfast of choice. It’s warm, hearty, and is packed with fibery goodness.

Sometimes though it’s hard to find a bowl in our office to enjoy my daily breakfast; so this past Martin Luther King day I decided to fix that problem.

I present to you the OBAMA BOWL!

For the couple of months I’ve had it around it’s made my mornings just a little bit more hopeful.

and now a totally unrelated morning conversation:

Lilu’s new status message: It’s a good day.

Me: your mom is a good day

Lilu: hahahaa your FACE is a good day!

Me: it is especially when you mom sees it

Lilu: my mom’s blind.

Me: ….

Lilu: HA! Freaked you out didn’t I?

Me: nah I went to get the oatmeal I can believe in- and I was thinking what if I said,
“well then she does that Ray Charles face feeling kind of thing, totally loves it.”

Lilu: ooo that would have been good, but you didn’t. Minus 2 points.

Tags: barack obama, blog, favorites, food, work

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This week’s recap is brought to you byTMI Thursday, a blog meme column by Live It, Love It.

I had ambitious plans this past Saturday. I wanted to run some errands around town and I had to get my geek on and prepare for my upcoming fantasy baseball drafts.

Well Friday night I get several e-mails, text messages, facebook notes, smoke signals, etc. about a “Kegs & Eggs” gathering at my friend’s house down the street. I wasn’t planning on drinking a lot of beer but I did want some eggs. So I replied to his text to show up the next day at 9 AM.

I arrived the next day around 10 AM and the scene was really chill: no eggs, no people. At first I suspected that it was going to be a quiet morning. I was wrong.

The door flew open and one of housemates came walking in with his girlfriend and a crowd of people. Next thing I know there’s bacon on the grill, games of beer pong were going in the front yard, and everyone is having a great time. I played a game of beer pong but it wasn’t til a group game of Kings erupted that my goals of productivity flew out the window. Then she came along.

She was tall and blonde, not the type I usually find myself with. As people went inside to enjoy some eggs and warmth she challenged me to a game of 1 on 1 beer pong. Next thing I know we are sitting on the porch and we somehow start talking about Internet videos- and she brings up 2 Girls 1 Cup.

“Wait, you’ve never seen 2 Girls 1 cup!?! You need to see it right now!”

That’s when I knew things were getting interesting.

She took my hand and dragged me back inside in search of a computer. The one downstairs had the blue screen of death and I began to explain how I really didn’t need to see the infamous video. I was feeling a little buzzed and I was trying not to kill that. She didn’t take no for an answer. She took me upstairs and like any teen movie you’ve seen- you know that when you go upstairs, something is going to happen.

Turns out a lot of things were already happening.

We ran into my friend upstairs who was excited to point out that another roommate was hooking up with another girl at the party. It explained the crowd around said roommate’s door. I found the booty paparazzi a little bit immature & random but so was the event that was about to happen.

We go into an empty bedroom and she tries to turn on the computer, maybe she really does want to show me porn.

When the computer boots up to a password protected login prompt I quipped that it looks like I won’t be seeing 2 Girls anytime soon.

That’s when she reaches over me and closes the door.

She steps towards me and as she put her arms around me I knew what came next.

In the words of Penelope Trunk, “it is a very good kiss, slow and soft, and a little bit wet.”

Time slowed down in that 15 second span, then it sped back up and things got a little hazy- which often happens during alcohol fueled endeavors such as this one.

There was a knock on the door.

I hear y friend’s voice- seeing how we both went in and have yet to come out, his curiosity was probably peaked.

I stop him from opening the door and lock it. I don’t need to become the next  victim of the paparazzi crowd outside, but I know my time is limited before full on announcements of hooking up are made.

We embrace and make-out for several more minutes, I fumble with my glasses and questioned my choice in not wearing contacts that morning. Of course I also figured I was only over for breakfast but it was now 1 PM and I’m having a little bit more fun.

She throws herself onto the bed and my head gets the better of me.

I do not want to hook up with her in my friend’s roommate’s bed- it’ll haunt me every time I’m over.

After some rolling around I lean into her ear and told her, “let’s take this somewhere else.”

She looks at me and asks, “well aren’t you coming with me to Shamrock Fest? All of us are.”

In fact this crazy Kegs & Eggs is a pre-game event for Shamrock Fest over at RFK, most of the crowd there were planning on going.

She doesn’t want to but we eventually are forced to cool it off with the hallway crowds getting more and more ansy. I felt like we were playing seven minutes in heaven with the entire party cheering. I start to think how much action was going on with two bedrooms occupied at that very moment.

We walk out of the room and re-join the party, that has moved on into my friend’s room. He looks on as our friends vandalize his facebook account and try to print out Shamrock Fest tickets on his printer. It would explain the weird wall posts from him later that day.

The crowd moves downstairs out of his room and we found ourselves alone in his room. As if a switch was flipped she throws herself onto his bed and propositions me one more time. After suggesting we perhaps not turn this into a traveling make-out show she proceeds downstairs. My friend re-enters his room and does what any friend should do in that situation, he offers me some protection.

Before going downstairs, I had the urge to empty out some of the beer I’ve been drinking. I exit my friend’s room and I go into the neighboring bathroom.

I am standing in front of the toilet admiring my piss when I hear a knock at the door. I turn around and see one of the housemates push the door open. Luckily the bathroom was laid out so I wasn’t facing the door in any obscene way.

As I shouted for the intruder to close the goddamn door I see him leave and push the blonde into the bathroom. He then proceeds to close the door.

After quickly zipping up my pants I ask WTF is going on. Her answer came in the form of another make-out session. (photo courtesy of Flickr user Crissy Teena)

We head back downstairs and I feel as if everyone’s eyes are on us, despite the reality that everyone was occupied with their own debauchery.

As we sit down on the couch her arm reaches around behind me. I take her shoulder and pull her head next to mine. She leans for a kiss but I’m a little hesitant, I’m not a fan of public displays of drunken affection so early in the day.

She was- after a couple of quick smooches so lays herself on the couch, wanting to take things a bit further- right in the middle of the packed living room. A housemate makes the keen observation that he thinks that girl wants me.

This situation needs to get out of this house because we are already getting out of hand.

She continues to convince me to go with her to Shamrock Fest. I don’t have tickets, I had other plans, and I didn’t feel like spending money to sit in the rain. I suggest that perhaps we should just hang out maybe walk back up the street to my place. She thinks it’s a wonderful idea. In fact she’s so eager to leave she waits for me on the porch without any shoes or socks on.

As I try and make an exit I am met by various roommates for their take on the situation:

“Dude you need to hit that man- she totally wants you!”

“Ya man do it- just don’t do it in my room.”

“Ya and don’t do it in my room either- do it in my brother’s room (his brother being the housemate I mentioned earlier- the one who already got some that day.)”

I don’t want to do it in anybody’s room, especially the room that was already used for sex.

Then out comes the line that changes everything.

“She’s a nice girl man, but I think she has a boyfriend or something.”

I walk over to her and offer her a glass of water, and I casually ask if she’s seeing anyone. She tells me no and stands by it after further questioning.

As I walk back to the guys I am met by her friends as the party prepares to leave for Shamrock Fest.

“I think you need to know she has a serious boyfriend.”

Well things are just shaping up great now.

The party quickly takes sides as guys take me into one room and the girls take her upstairs. All of a sudden I feel like I’m in the ring and I’m staring my opponent down. Except there really isn’t one, it’s clear that I should make a clean exit before things get potentially explosive.

Thanks to hours of drinking the advice I’m getting it questionable at best- some say that I should still hit that, others question if there really is a bf, I cannot believe what I’m hearing.

This is where I’d like to say that the answer to this situation was clear the moment I heard she had a boyfriend and lied to me about it. I need to walk away.

I grabbed a friend and former roommate who was enjoying watching all this unfold and told him to get me out of there.

I was met by the girls who wanted to let me know that “I did nothing wrong” and that “you are totally her type- if she didn’t have a boyfriend she would totally hook up with you” I don’t even know what to think of that as I get the hell out of one of the craziest morning parties I’ve been too.

We proceeded to get into my car and he drove us to Costco, to do the errands I originally wanted to get done.

I’m sure I did the right thing but I have to say things got way too dramatic way too fast. What is it about those situations that turns perfectly mature adults into gossiping 15 year olds?

Tags: blog, debauchery, favorites, fun times with friends, girls, holidays, shamrock fest

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I’ll start off with an explanation.

My umbrella isn’t really lost- in fact my umbrella is where it always has been, inside my messenger bag/man purse. The title of today’s post is from a post I read that questioned the purpose of Metroblogging. That post and the response from Metblogs, were key in helping me figure out my direction and goals for when I became City Captain over at DC Metblogs (if you are one of my many DC friends I highly recommend you add it to your reader, I’d love the support!) But alas this post isn’t about my shameless self-promotion.

In fact it’s about the promotion of my blog friends as well as another look at the question, “why do I blog?”

When I originally tackled the question back in 2006, my blog was really more of an online journal. A simple record of some thoughts but mostly recaps of my life since I started blogging. The archives on this blog go back to when I started college but I’ve been blogging since the beginning of high school. I’ve been a blogger before it was called blogging

In recent months my blog has gone through a puberty of sorts. While it isn’t developing new and exciting feelings towards female blogs and it’s not covered in acne, it has grown and matured in terms of the content I’ve written. I’m really happy that I feel like I’m starting to find a voice on this blog that has allowed me to express my feelings and thoughts and in turn hopefully provided more interesting reading for the two people that read my blog.

As a blogger I’ve also started to explore the blogosphere to find other voices I can read and react to. I have made an attempt to become a more active part of the community and I’ve really enjoyed some of the interesting people I’ve met and read about.

That being said I want to show some love to the blogs I enjoy reading and have a special place in my heart as well as my blogroll.

Katie over at Can I just say tagged me with the “Love Ya” award:

“These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award!”

To me this meme is more than a meme, it’s an opportunity to realize that I’m very lucky to have a few people that enjoy reading me and at the same time I want to show love to the people that I really enjoy reading as well:

• Anonymiss in DC
• Katie at Can I just say…
• Christina and her favorite things
• My sisters Diana & Kim
• Krissy at Enjoy Life & Prosper
• Gayle over at Everyday I Write The Book
• Kristen at Goodie Goodie Gumdrops
• Rachel at It’s The Little Things That Make Me Smile
• Sean at Life After The Farm
• LiLu at Live It, Love It
• My friend, The Lusty Reader
• Rachel at Plight Of The Pumpernickel
• Rachel, Rachel I’ve Been Thinking…
• Carolyn at Technologic Logic
• Meg aka Meggie Poo
• Christal at Noticed From Northwest

Tags: blog, dc blogs, favorites, friends, webpage

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It’s the new midlife crisis.

It’s become hip and cool to joke about the “quarterlife crisis.” The “oh shit” moment when you realize you aren’t in college any more; the fear and uncertainty that have fueled many applications to grad school; the little things that make you realize that you are no longer 21- and that maybe those four years may have been the best of your life.

When I turned 25 back in December I joked to my friends that I was looking forward to the crisis- it would be the biggest crisis  in my life since that time I had to decided who to start in my fantasy football league. The quarterlife crisis is a joke you can see on anyone’s Facebook wall when he/she turns 25.

After reading a thought provoking post over at Live It, Love It, I took a hot minute to take a quick inventory of signs that I am fully embracing my period of uncertainty of the future.

Recently I’ve found joy and pleasure with my return to theatre- an interest and hobby I’ve left dormant since I left high school and college. In fact part of the reason I enjoy the work is because it harks back to fond memories of working on the stage back home. It’s not a red sports car but could it be that I’m living vicariously through stage management?

When I wrote about actually enjoying conversation with my long lost relatives, a generation that is now married and having kids, am I quickly maturing my taste of nightlife?

Long gone are the days of heavy drinking and partying from Thursday – Sunday. I’m now on the “every other day” rule when it comes to how my body will enjoy wild Clarendon nights.

Last year I saw friends become engaged, friends unite in holy matrimony, and me still left without a girlfriend. Is my clock ticking as result of the new social landscape I find myself in?

Why am I asking so many questions without answering them? The attempt to build suspense is mediocre at best.

What I loved about Lilu’s post was the concept of having a foot in both camps. It is definitely the feeling I have as I ponder these thoughts.

The more popular Midlife Crisis is defined as, “A period of psychological doubt and anxiety that some people experience in middle age.” So is the Quarterlife crisis the same period but at an earlier stage of life?

It makes sense to think that, you are fresh out of college and all of a sudden you have a full-time job or struggling to look for work while the structured life you once lived is no longer there. You find yourself wondering, “what do I really want to do?” It’s no longer a question for the yearbook- you are now out there trying to make it come true. You may have doubts that you know where you want to go, or if you will really be able to realize the idyllic visions you had lying on the grass of the quad. All of a sudden the world looks harder to change than it did sitting in a classroom.

So is that what the Quarterlife crisis is to me? Not really.

It’s a transitional phase where you are still a kid in a grown up world. You may have a 9-5 job but you still play hard on the weekends. You may start having more happy-hours and dinner nights with your friends, but you are still tailgating at concerts and tearing up bar crawls downtown. You may have fond memories of living in a dorm but you are more than happy to be paying rent in house where there’s no RA to stop you from lighting candles and drinking beer.

You may no longer have awkward stories about your roommate walking in on you having sex- but now (if you are lucky) you no longer have awkward stories about your roommate walking in on you having sex.

And hopefully sex isn’t that awkward anymore.

It’s a time where you have a chance to look at the landscape and realize maybe you don’t want to do what you studied in college- but now you know what you want and you will be a happier person for finding it.

The quarterlife crisis maybe a period of doubt, but it doesn’t mean that you are hopeless. To me it’s just another transition and even though we may be afraid of change, it’s the spice of life that keeps things interesting.

I look back at the first quarter of my life and I have my moments I’ll never forget, but I’ll never think they were the best times of my life. The best times of my life are ahead of me and they are right now.

And for me, that’s how I’m doing splits in the grown up world.

Tags: blog, family, favorites, feelings/reflections, friends, quarterlife crisis, rants, theatre, weddings

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This past weekend was all about family.

This past Saturday I was having lunch with my Aunt Jackie at Coastal Flats when my mom called. It appears that a distant relative passed away in Fairfax. A delegation of uncles and aunts were going to leave Chelmsford to head down here but my grandmother was admitted into the hospital with an infection- so I was asked at the last minute to attend services on Sunday.

Now allow me to explain the family tree in this situation. My Aunt Lan on my Dad’s side married Uncle Hai… Hai Pho. That’s right Lan Pho married Hai Pho- who would of thought there were other Phos out there besides my family. Uncle Hai’s older brother passed so I was going to a meet with an entire family of Phos that I was probably related to somehow but not really. At least we all had the same last name, always a conversation starter.

So at the services on Sunday my Aunt and Uncle invited me to a family dinner Monday night at (where else) Seven Corners. I can’t turn down an offer of free food and a chance to catch up with my cousins Mai and Quang- so I headed over to Falls Church after work and I walked into the restaurant (ironically next to a noodle shack called Pho 75.)

The restaurant was empty except for a reserved half of the dining room full of tables and tables of Pho family members. I recognized a face or two from childhood birthday parties but for the most part I was walking into a family that I kinda fit in with but not at all at the same time. My uncle spotted me and quickly introduced me to a family member who was the MC of the dinner, who welcomed me and asked if I was ready to introduce myself to the family.

He shouted, grabbed the attention of the entire restaurant and said, “I want to introduce a new branch of the Pho family here today.” He then looked to me and I sheepishly stood up and introduced myself, my family affiliation, and my at the request of the crowd- the region of Vietnam I probably came from. I was nervous that the majority of the crowd may not know English but my mom assured me that, “they are very advanced.”

I proceeded to enjoy dinner with my cousins and their cousins, a table full of 30 something married couples. I worked the table pretty well, contributing to their conversation of Facebook and social networking. I did well enough that I was asked where a good place to go out in Arlington would be- the cousins wanted to get drinks after dinner but wanted to stay in Virginia. I was then invited out to the Liberty Tavern to join them for some fun.

As I walked out to my car I pointed out my plates and proclaimed that I must have the coolest plates in all of Virginia. The cousins immediately rushed over to start taking cell phone pictures.

After drinks at Liberty Tavern I knew I was on a roll- and I kept it going with my roommate Caroline with drinks while watching The Office. A pretty good night for a Monday.

The rest of the week was equally as busy. Tuesday Melissa and I went out to check out a staged reading over at Wolly Mammoth Theatre. I’ve never been to a staged reading and I was impressed with the quality of the performance for something done by acting students with only four hours of rehearsal.

Wednesday I sat in for a half of the 76ers/Wizards game. I believe the organization has reached a new low when the cheerleader couldn’t perform better than the team. When the Wizards Girls game out for their 1st half performance they huddled into their usual pre-dance stance but their song didn’t play. A variety of other tunes came on but it apparently wasn’t the right one. After 90 seconds of shuffling songs the girls ran off the floor to the boos of the crowd. Is it next season yet?

Last night Wendi and I saw the Odyssey over at the Foundry Theatre. I was able to meet the group I’d be working for starting next week as well as walk around the space. We had dinner over at Teaism, a quaint tea house that serves interesting boxed meals.

Now this weekend won’t be too eventful, I just finished Waltz With Bashir (don’t worry I’m done Oscar Watch reviews) and now I’ll be catching up on things before I jump into another theatre production- but I am looking forward to great weekend out next week.

This week was the start of lent, a period that means nothing to me but I know there are some others out there giving something up for 40 days- I’d love to hear what you are giving up. If I had to, I was thinking about giving up wearing clothes around the house, but Caroline wasn’t ready for that.

Tags: 76ers, asians, blog, clarendon, debauchery, dupont circle, falls church, family, favorites, foundry players, fun times with friends, roommates, the office, theatre, tyson's corner, waltz with bashir, wizards

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I was reading Katie’s Happy Humpday post over at Can I Say… and it got me thinking about dances… wedding dances.

For those that stalk me enough know that when I go to a Wedding I’m always taking what I like about that wedding and start forming my own dream wedding. I know I sound like a girl but I’ve been to enough weddings where I enjoy seeing what choices a couple makes when they celebrate their nuptials. Do they have a big wedding? A small wedding? Stupid center pieces? Cocktail hour? Open bar?

Well any who when it comes to the first dance I’m always interested in if they go traditional or if they put a little funk into it. My cousin Mai had a really impressive dance that showed off her skills. A couple of years ago I saw this Good Morning America piece that revealed a trend in more creative wedding dances.

So here’s my idea: when I get married I don’t want a boring intro of a DJ reading names over U2 or Fat Boy Slim- I think it would be cool to instead show a video of my wedding party doing the final dance number in Slumdog Millionaire:

Wouldn’t that be cool? Then right when the video ends or something it leads into a live dance number. Maybe an Evolution of Dance type number. Maybe it’ll be a highly choreographed dance number with break-dancers. I was also thinking about something really classy- like the Tango from True Lies. A Thriller wedding dance? Eh it’s been done.

I’m so far away from being married that chances are there will be some new dance that’s even more popular than the Superman Wedding Dance.

What do you think? Am I crazy? I think it’d be a hell of a wedding reception…

Tags: a r rahman, blog, fat boy slim, favorites, slumdog millionaire, true lies, u2, weddings

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When I was in school I would often get chain e-mails from friends (and non-friends.) They came in all sorts of different colors and shapes and often begged you to forward them to a number of people or risk being alone forever or bad luck for the next century. Pretty big threats to conduct such a harmless action. By playing on our fears and superstitions, these e-mails propagate themselves throughout the interwebs like a giant game of hot potato. Makes me want to grab a certificate for breaking chain letters so I can stop them once and for all.

There are also those forwards that contain funny photos, jokes, or maybe even a video (be careful about opening those at work- you never know what your friends’ sense of humor is like.) I can’t forget those “petitions” that get forwarded because we believe they are going to start charging for Facebook or that they are going to close down AOL Instant Messenger. There are also the “surveys” that people fill out, things like favorite color and first kiss. We hate filling out forms whether it’s at the DMV or at the doctor’s office- so why do we relish filling out 100 questions in an e-mail? Most blame boredom at work, some want to forward them to their closest friends and “that person that sent it to you.” The latter hope that they receive random information from their friends later, in an easy to ready format. It kinda takes the work out of friendship- just e-mail me your details so I don’t have to learn them through years of hanging out.

Of course are we really going to remember these details? I still often forget that some of my friends are vegetarians and others like the TV show Lost. I was friends with Wendi for a year, always confused if she was Jewish or not (I knew she went to Brandeis but I totally thought she told me she wasn’t.)

So the chain letters and the surveys stopped coming into my inbox, it got way too old for us. However surveys still run rampant on MySpace and LiveJournal, but they are mostly posted by those still in high school.

So I have to say that I have noticed that there’s been a Facebook meme spreading throughout my social network. 25 Things has shown up in the majority of my friends notes for the past two weeks. The meme instructs you to: “write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, confessions, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you.”

It’s the same ol’ tricks but new platform. While we may not know everyone’s e-mail- we certainly have lots of friends on Facebook.

Now here’s the hypocritical part, while I just spent most of my post ranting about them I am about to share with you 25 things about myself. I don’t usually fill out surveys but this one isn’t asking for my favorite color.

My recent writings on PostSecret has shown me that we are living in a society yearning for openness. We want to share more about ourselves in a search to know the “real” in people.

So allow me to share with you a few rare things about myself.

And yes I’m going to tag some people on this blog- but just the ones that tagged me on theirs.

25 Things About Patrick

1. I believe nobody reads this blog- thus I feel totally comfortable with sharing the following facts.
2. When I spent the weekend doing nothing I feel like I’m missing out by not going out.
3. I hate it when friends/roommates/co-workers leave my life, I am secretly afraid that people I like hanging out with in DC are all going to leave me and I’ll have to start over by myself again.
4. I’ve pretty much never had a girlfriend, that doesn’t mean I don’t go out with girls- I’ve just never had a girlfriend.
5. I secretly like to obnoxiously drive in my shitty car with my bass turned up.
6. I’ve always felt like my appearance wasn’t good enough but now I want to tell people to suck it.
7. I know I am going to achieve great things and I haven’t stopped working to make that happen.
8. The biggest reason I go to so many sporting events is because I want to make sure all my friends have a chance to enjoy the Suite as much as I do.
9. I feel like I’ve wasted my day if I get up after 10 AM.
10. I have so many video projects I’d love to work on but I lack the discipline to hole myself in my room to finish them all.
11. Every week I will eat Sushi or Kabobs at least once.
12. Every day I try and drink my 8 glasses of water, it leads to lots of bathroom breaks.
13. When I go out with Rebecca and Adam I can be often found smoking when drinking- what can I say I’m still peer pressurable.
14. I love playing fantasy football and fantasy baseball.
15. Something happened to me in middle school that will probably forever influence the way I communicate with people.
16. I would love to improve at the following casual activities: bowling, billiards, poker.
17. I get a haircut at the top of every month, you don’t want to see my hair grow out.
18. I first started to grow out my facial hair in the winters due to a compliment by a Vice-President at my workplace.
19. I chase girls I shouldn’t chase.
20. I live by the golden rule- I treat all my friends the way I would like to be treated.
21. Back in middle school Rebecca stereotyped my type of girl and she’s been right ever since.
22. I get really girly songs stuck in my head- right now it’s Beyonce’s “Single Ladies.”
23. I write for three blogs and I might add a fourth. It’s a real chore sometimes but I enjoy writing my thoughts- and I often laugh that I’ve gone from a C student in English to avid blogger.
24. I am a news geek- I have it on at work all day.
25. I’ve never been in love.

Tags: blog, chain letters, fantasy sports, favorites, feelings/reflections, food, friends, live journal, lost, myspace, postsecret, rants

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I bet you that Lost is a great show. I also bet that Heroes is a great show.

I’m not watching either of them- you want to know why?

If I watch any of those shows I’ll get hooked, and I am flat out booked with life to have any more shows to keep up on.

Take a look at where I’m behind with the shows I currently do follow:

• How I Met Your Mother: last watched The Naked Man (11/24/08)
• 24:  last watched 11:00 a.m.-12:00 p.m. (1/12/09)
• The Unit: last watched The Conduit (10/19/08)
• The Office: last watched The Duel (1/15/09)

I can’t even catch up with these shows- no way I’m getting into any other series.

Tags: 24, blog, favorites, heroes, how i met your mother, lost, the office, the unit