There have been people I’ve known who have badgered me about it – one even went so far as to start creating a profile for me on match.com without telling me about it – but for the most part what I’ve gotten has been support and, usually, gentle encouragement to move forward whenever there is a prospect in my sights, which really isn’t very often.
And anyway, it’s not that I’m being pushed towards something I don’t actually want that leads me to resist, it’s just that I’m not terribly inclined to attempt to do something when I know I’m probably not going to succeed.
I mean, when I start to draw a picture, for example, I do so with a reasonable belief that I’m going to succeed in producing something at least halfway decent.
With asking out women, I don’t have that belief.
To put something that is a rather inescapable fact in terms of an Internet-speak expression I’ve been seeing a lot lately, when it comes to women, I’m made of fail.
(This is true of many things, but women are the most glaring example.)
I suppose the question of why I’m made of fail arises, and I suppose that there are a lot of reasons, but this illustration of a conversation I once had on a smoke break – when I still smoked – with a co-worker (the one who was setting up the match.com profile) provides one of the main reasons.
On a different topic, given how much time I spend just watching TV or sitting in the office, why is it so hard for people to manage to call me when I’m not sitting on the toilet or hauling my socks out to the dryer?
While I was doing the latter today someone called me on my cell phone and on my land line. It would have been so hard to call in the hours when I wasn’t doing that?
I have no idea who it was, as leaving a voicemail is apparently even more of a hassle than, say, leaving a comment on my blog, and the caller ID wasn’t able to identify the number.
Oh well.
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