Funny hats & much talking, less workshop.
Yesterday I was working at a new place for Work & Travel Company. The place was a racecourse for horses and it seems to be a great way of seeing some real Aussie culture. Basically a glorified RSL club, a lot of people where drinking heaps of booze wearing tuxedos for men and evening dresses for women which was kind of fun since it was in the middle of the day. Even funnier where the hats the women were wearing, a relic from a long bygone era or as woman I spoke to on the way back home put it “Oh yeah, those hats are special I only wear them on the racecourse and when attending 1920-s themed parties” Sadly she reached her station before I had time to ask her about the 1920-s themed parties. I mean I have never been to one of those, maybe that kind of phantasy setting has a truly arousing effect on women? As it seems right now we’ll never know.
Moving on I got seriously puzzled when contacting the Mensa woman I mentioned in the last entry as her response was “You are psycho, go see a shrink” This was seriously not the read I got the night before and I can only see three possible explanations
1. She caught the cold I had and got really bitter
2. She uses the phrase “You are psycho, go see a shrink” as a selection method on guys she goes on a first date with. Based on the reaction she decides how to proceed. If this is the case this must be the worst selection method ever as most guys would probably be seriously offended. I mean not even the guy who tries to chew his own arm off due to a Fairy Queen in his flower vase told him to do so to get rid of the chip Aliens planted there, not even that guy, would not be offended by the phrase “you are psycho, go see a shrink”
3. She suffers from split personality, and her Friday personality despises me.
Oh well, a funny thing did happen on the Friday night after the bashing as I logged in on the dating site and a woman with the following profile had written to me “looks okay, age 30, profession: Psychologist! “
How funny would it be if I actually met up with and banged with a psychologist after the prior woman told me to go see a psychologist? I mean paying $150 to whine about my childhood to a psychologist for an hour is out of the question, but hanging out with a decent looking shrink for a few hours, buy her a drink or two and really get to know her on a deeper level, why not?
Sadly/fortunately the psychologist did not seem really keen so I went out with an attractive/hot (let’s say hot for the positive reinforcement) medicine student instead. Funny enough the latest internship she had made as a part of her Medical Doctor degree was at psychiatry ward. Apparently she did not like this as she found it a bit disturbing to speak to people who thought aliens were going to abduct them. So in a way I met a shrink after all (kind of)
To summarise this date the positive thing was that I yet again managed to keep a conversation going for like three hours, this time a bit more skilfully managing to avoid the worst first date minefields. From the negative point of view there was nothing at all in her body language indicating that she would like to deepen the relationship.
Having said that since I totally missed the Mensa woman’s “You are psycho, go see a shrink” signal I might also totally have missed the hot woman’s “I am so attracted to you, I want to love you long time” signal. Let’s hope so for now until I sooner or later have to face reality when contacting her. :)
// The Master
