Random Esquire

1.  Churro and I decided that dating someone demonstrates an economic principle: supply and demand.  This came about originally from a conversation I had with Besos almost two months ago in which I told her that I was not ready to date anyone exclusively and she responded, “Knock yourself out.”  That, of course, meant that she’d be doing likewise.  And that made me grunt and heave myself back to my cave to do charcoal drawings on the walls, planning on exactly how to get her to choose me.  And that’s the thing – dating is an economic principle.

There’s only one of each person.  The more people that want that person, the more valuable that person is or seems.  No one wants to be one of two people at the end of the night standing alone who look at each other, shrug their shoulders and say, “Well, I don’t know…no one else is around…let’s make a go of it.”   I know, I know – it is crazy. But that’s my honest gut reaction.   I want to beat others.  I want to win.  I want to be chosen out of many.  Intellectually, I know this is ridiculous.  I don’t do it consciously.  I promise, I’m just subconsciously this stupid.

2.  The other night, I must have had an odd expression on my face because Besos said, “What’s that look mean?”  I asked what she meant.  She said, “Well, you normally have just two looks.”  I asked what they were.  Apparently they are 1) lust and 2) a look that says, “did I just say something wrong?”

3.  While out with Besos, Jenn and QTMama on Saturday night, Jenn stood up from her seat to adjust QT’s bra strap in the back, the tag of which had inched up and was sticking out of her low cut (in the back…and in the front, now that I think about it) shirt.  Jenn sat back down and the tag popped back up QT’s back.  She got back up to tuck it back in.  It came back out.  I stood up and said, “Here…” and then I decided to undo QTMama’s bra.  It just struck me as funny to do the exact opposite of something helpful.  This is a problem I have.  I think the unexpectedly absurd is funny.   At the last moment, better judgment got a hold of me and I didn’t do it but the ladies quickly figured out my plan and laughed at me.

Sooo, yesterday, Besos and I were at lunch and I think we were talking about my obsession with breasts.  She said, “You almost undid another woman’s bra at a bar!” I paused and thought about that. I said, “Is dating me difficult?”

She said, “No.”

I grinned.

She looked at me and said dryly, “It’s …a challenge.”

I said it once and I’ll say it again:   We’ve survived a hurdle.  Namely, my personality.