All pictures from San Francisco in September, Philadelphia in November, and this past New Year's Eve.
The "Write a Great Portrait" tutorial says I should start with interesting factoids about myself.
Okay. Here goes. Only one of the following statements is false (you guess which):
I once fought an adult brown bear (500 pounds) for ten minutes, armed with nothing but my clawless hands, and was released hours later from the hospital covered in slobber, but without a single scratch.
I met my ex-wife on Match.com.
I love pickles.
I just took up yoga.
When I was a child I dismantled our family refrigerator to see how it worked.
My sister was my mother-in-law for a little while.
Okay... until Match it'd been two years since I dated ANYONE. Separated September 2010, divorced December 2012. It's time.
I did the computer dating thing once before, and I met a lot of nice women and enjoyed a crowd of outstanding dinners. There were some funny dates, so I'd like to share two with you.
I had a date with a woman, and seated before a beautiful harvest moon she revealed that she actually believed the moon was bigger than the sun; because, she said, it looked bigger. I was astonished. I asked, "Our moon? The one that orbits OUR Earth? Bigger than OUR sun--the one that's at the center of the OUR solar system? Blink. I thought, "My God--this woman's never seen a model of the solar system!". I was unable to convince her the opposite was true. I discussed perspective, and 275K miles v. 93M. I put my hand in front of her face and asked if she thought my palm was bigger than the dining room. Blink. Blink. Suddenly the vacant, deer-in-the-headlights expression on her face was was replaced with one of clear comprehension. "Don't be silly," she said. "Astronauts couldn't possibly walk on your hand." First/last date.
Secondly, I picked a woman up at her place (first date--couldn't believe she was that trusting. Should have been a sign). She was drunk when I got there and wanted to take her box of wine along for the ride to the restaurant. I assured her the restaurant would have loads of wine and would be thrilled to sell us some. When we were seated she treated me to a loud, slurred, suprisingly gassy monologue she did in high school. We were asked to leave the restaurant. When we got back to her condo I had to help her inside. When she hit the lights I saw walls FILLED with either mirrors, or pictures of her. Narcissus called and wants his vibe back. First/last date.
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