Sep 162008
There’s a woman at work who turns out to have a few interesting features:
1) She’s intelligent
2) She wanted to be an astronaut, and majored in aerospace engineering
3) Is a member of AIAA
4) Likes airplane museums
<>5) Doesn’t seem to be equipped with a significant other
<>6) Doesn’t seem horribly apalled at my presence.
<>There’s an aircraft museum in Dover, DE, that looks good. So, yesterday after work I determined to ask her out. What could be better? What could go wrong?
The day at work went as normal. Finally found the right time, and casually brought the concept up. Guess how it went.
Put simply…
Yay.
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It is better to have crashed and burned than to be nailed to the runway.
Perhaps next time you should try asking while wearing a clean shirt. š
Commiserations.
My advice is keep on trying – but give the ladies a bit of ‘get to know you’ time before asking them out.
I know there’s guys that ‘rock’ the ladies’ worlds – they don’t need that extra time. For everyone else, I think it’s essential.
You tried to get a date with Jen, from ‘Liberty Meadows’, and she blew you off.
Well, duh! š
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. At least you’ll have no regrets about not exploring the opportunity when it presented itself.
A true Saxon would have knocked her over the head with a club and dragged her off to his lair deep in the forest.
Nowadays, certain updates may be needed to that strategy, such as hitting her over the head with a potential sexual harassment suit (she wouldn’t be expecting that, would she? That’s the sort of Saxon cunning that made the Night Of The Long Knives such a successful dinner party) and locking her in your bedroom under the guard of your bloodthirsty cats.
The cats must be made more threatening looking to make this work… may I suggest shaving their entire bodies expect for Mohawks on their heads, and then putting strange runic tattoos on them and chaining them to rings set in the walls on either side of the bedroom door?
Some human bones left in the vicinity and a little red paint around their mouths wouldn’t hurt either.
…Lowther, yer a perv.
“You tried to get a date with Jen, from āLiberty Meadowsā, and she blew you off.”
In retrospect, I can see the resemblance based on the limited description. However, having been a reader of LM for many years, I can assure you that I, dense as I am, would have picked up the “no fricken’ chance” vibe from a real-world Jen in about ten seconds.
I’ve put a little more thought into this.
Let’s face it, you are facing a uphill battle trying to make the cats appear to be fatally threatening, and not something that could just tear the living daylights out of her ankles if she tried to leave the bedroom.
The present names just aren’t going to work.
What-the-hell it’s name may work due to simple peculiarity, but “Tak” is about a 1.5 on the threat scale unless it’s short for “Attack”.
And frankly, would you take the Devil seriously if he went by “Sat” or “Luci”?
Evil does not have nicknames… there is no “Vadi” in Star Wars.
“Deathfang” and “Nightdoom” must be their names if they are going to get any respect in the terror business at all, and “Heartgnawer” and “Braineater” would be better yet.
If you could figure out some way for one of them to cough up a hairball with a little girl’s “Hello Kitty” hair ribbon in it, it would be a strong argument in your favor for her staying right where she is in your bedroom; where it’s safe in a mortal, if not moral, sense š
“What-the-hell itās name may work due to simple peculiarity, but āTakā is about a 1.5 on the threat scale unless itās short for āAttackā.”
http://www.tv.com/invader-zim/tak-the-hideous-new-girl/episode/114867/summary.html
“Evil does not have nicknamesā¦ there is no āVadiā in Star Wars.”
Ani. Shudder.