(This was originally posted as A DRUNKEN POST, on January 24, 2010)
Seems that a drunken post is a rite of passage for bloggers–at least those who drink. So here’s mine. I don’t drink daily, nor do I ever drink alone. So when I drink, I make up for lost time. I missed my singles group’s dinner last night, because of my still-twisted sleep cycle. But tonight I called Delbert–my only friend in Singletons, and we went to Millers Ale House. It was my choice–I’ve been pursuing a twenty-something gal there named Tara, a hostess, for over two years.
Tonight I asked that she stop by our table. She did, and I was amazed–she was cute, though not nearly as gorgeous as I remembered. But isn’t this typical of guys–to put gals on a ridiculously high pedestal? Anyway, we went ahead and ate–and then stayed till after 2 a.m., just talking. Delbert doesn’t drink, but I just put down one Foster’s (Australia) after another–I must have had at least ten, good thing he was driving.
Delbert is the only member of my singles group who’s an intellectual, like me–who enjoys deep discussions, and very intelligent conversation. Only difference is that he is primarily left-brained, while I’m primarily right-brained. His best subjects in school were math and science–while mine were English and history. Still, we get along well–it’s so damned good to have someone with whom I can really talk. I even told him once that I wished I could find a woman like him. Maybe I have. Cathy, the woman I mentioned in a previous post, has agreed to meet me for another lunchdate, on February 3rd. And she is primarily left-brained (most men are primarily left-brained, most women are primarily right-brained–so she is an exception, like me).
I did most of the talking–centering mainly on politics and religion. Yes, Delbert is the only person with whom I can discuss the most taboo subjects. He claims he’s not intellectual, because he doesn’t read as much as I. But he listens, and learns–and this is every bit as intellectual. In fact, one’s desire to learn is far more important than his or her level of intelligence. Intelligence is just a prerequisite–the desire to learn is the key to gaining knowledge. And he enjoys learning, just as I do.
Anyway, I just sent an email to Tara, once again asking for her phone number. Odds are she won’t respond, but that will be nothing new. Still, I remain undaunted. That’s one area in which I wish women were a little more like men, if I may be politically incorrect. Most women get rejected by men once or twice, and distrust men the rest of their lives–while most men get rejected by women, over and over, and still keep trying. Reminds me of My Fair Lady, and Higgins’ song, Why Can’t a Woman Be More Like a Man? In fairness, however, I’m sure women often wish a man could be more like a woman.
The fact is that, even though men and women differ genetically by only three percent, they are quite different from one another. My friend Joseph, who (though somewhat shallow) brought me out of my shell, as a teenager, once said, “Girls want us because we have something they don’t have, we want girls because they have something we don’t have.” And that’s one of the most profound statements I’ve ever heard in my life.
Still, I often wish we weren’t so profoundly different. And the Creator might laugh, and reply, “No, you don’t–the amount of difference is precisely what you want!”
Well I’ve got a headache, of course (the Janie Fricke song, Jose Cuervo, You Are a Friend of Mine is going through my mind)–and must cease writing, and sleep this off.
I may decide to delete this post, but probably not–since a blog is about the real blogger, naked, without pretense. And if I’ve misspelled anything, gimme a break.
P.S.–If you want to Google Singletons and/or Millers Ale House, feel free–I’m not bothering to conceal them. U.S. Singletons is an interesting group, and Millers Ale House an outstanding restaurant, so you can tell either entity Scott recommended it.