"I guess I have a lot of problems, so many that I don't have time to go into them all in detail. Suffice it to say I'm anal, obsessive, vain, quick to temper, overly introspective, lazy, judgmental, insecure, and self-righteous. Probably the most annoying thing about me is that I'm hugely opinionated. But I kind of make up for that by always being right."

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Day 51: The Walking Woman

Something interesting happened on my walk today that I think a lot of guys can relate to. I passed a fairly attractive woman (of indeterminate age) and said "Good morning." She said good morning back, and as I began to move away she asked me something about the shoes I was wearing. I answered her and continued on. But as I kept walking I wondered if I'd just missed an opportunity. Did she really only want to know what brand of shoe I was wearing, or did she want to strike up a conversation (which might, in fact, lead to a date -- and then sex -- and then a relationship -- and then, of course, bitterness and heartbreak)?

God knows I would have liked to talk to her. I like talking to people. And though I don't feel as though I'm ready to be in a relationship, I'm sure my penis would argue otherwise.

So what the fuck was I supposed to do? I could have slowed down and struck up a conversation, and she might have liked that, but she also might have been annoyed and regretted having ever said anything to me in the first place. I know women resent not being able to have eye contact with men -- let alone speak to them -- without it seeming like a come on, and I didn't want to reinforce this feeling by acting on my suspicion that she might have actually wanted to talk to me.

God how I long for the good old days -- when you could just club a woman over the head and drag her into your cave.