Wednesday, 25 July 2001

She was sitting alone at the bar and had been for nearly twenty minutes. I sat down next to her and asked, “What’s the worst pickup line a guy has ever tried?”

“Excuse me?”

Thinking I had just made a complete fool out of myself, I blushed and repeated the question.

With a mischievous grin she replied, “Why? Are you trying to pick me up?”

“Maybe. It would depend upon whether you shoot me down or not.”

After a long pause she said, “What’s your sign?” She saw my confused look and continued, “That’s the worst one. Or maybe the one you just tried. I’m not sure.”

“It can’t be.”

“Why is that?”

“Because it seems to have worked. Would you care to grab a table?”

Thursday, 28 June 2001

I’ve gone through the entire site to add the magic tag to disable the Smart Tags feature that was to be included in IE6 and Windows XP. Sorry, but I and I alone am the designer for this site and I say where the links go, not Microsoft.

Tuesday, 12 June 2001

Made some changes to the front page in preparation for a couple new sections coming in the next month or two. Also changed the news handler so it’s easier for me to update. Finally, I have three new stories in editing that should go on-line soon.

Sunday, 10 June 2001

I have converted all of the stories for In Other Words to the new template format. Hopefully you won’t notice the difference, but just in case.

Thursday, 31 May 2001

It started when I saw them making out in the car, right in front of the house.

When she came inside, I didn’t say anything. I convinced myself that I must have seen things wrong. She wouldn’t do that to me. We were married and in love. Still, I couldn’t get the image out of my mind and it gnawed at me all day.

That evening I said we had to talk. I truly hoped I was wrong, but if I didn’t come right out and ask, there would always be doubts. “Is there something going on between you and Cindy?”

The look in her eyes told me everything, but I still wanted to hear it. “Did I see the two of you making out in the car this morning?”

A week later, she was gone. I got home from work to find her house key and wedding ring on the dining room table. That was it, not even a note.

Monday, 28 May 2001

Installed a new version of the railroad progress map. Still doing the layout work on a couple stories that should go on-line in the next week.

I’m also working on a new section for the site. Not that I need another area of content that doesn’t get updated, but I learned some XML and other new stuff while doing the layout. Now I can’t wait to show it off.

SWM

Friday, 18 May 2001

Some day I’ll meet the right woman and live happily ever after. The thing is, waiting for her to come along doesn’t work. At least it hasn’t so far. So I started thinking about ways to make it happen, or at a minimum, help it along.

I considered the usual routes:

  • Work: I’m a computer geek…do the math.
  • Bars: Yeah, right. I’ll go dust off my book of pickup-lines.
  • Church: I’m not religious, so it really doesn’t matter, but does this actually work?
  • Grocery store: Who on earth came up with that idea?

All of the ideas I came up with had a common drawback. They all require that I put myself out there too far before I find out if I stand a chance.

Then I thought “What about a personals ad?” There is still risk involved, but it’s manageable risk.

You see, the main problem with any of the face to face options is face to face rejection. With a personals ad, the worst part (for me) doesn’t happen in person. A woman reads the ad, if they’re not interested, they skip you and move on. Anonymous rejection.

The question then turns to what the ad should say. How to be honest, but at the same time intrguing? I’d like to avoid the nut jobs, but not come off as some stark raving madman.

DWPM, 34, enjoys good food, good film and good company. Seeking good woman to share good times and good life. What’s the word I’m looking for here…LAME?
Mid-30’s, right-wing, hippie seeking same for dinner, theater and world domination… Perhaps that’s a little out there.
1966 model, single owner, some milage. Starts and runs great. One or two small dents but no rust… Nope. I don’t know enough about cars to pull it off.
Fat, dumb and happy… Ummm. No. Nothing good can come of that.

Thirty-something, bit-head seeking witty, intelligent woman who prefers dinner out and theater in, long conversations, evening walks and autumn leaves. I’d rather find a summer romance over a spring fling.

Hey! Now that’s not half bad. It’s honest and sincere, but not smarmy or creepy. I wonder what kind of response it will draw.