I can’t tell if I’m charming or annoying. I can’t tell if they laugh and smile like I did for the 1950’s stand up comics that tell the same jokes today. I think I have a better chance with Orange Jeff. He exists in an enviornment with just enough lag tollerance that I can think and review my thoughts… although I often don’t.
I’ve learned to hide my quirks by being open about them. Edit.
I’ve decided, like William Shatner had to, there is a longer career in self acceptance. Nobody makes fun of William Shatner than he does. He’s the new leslie nielsen and he’s everywhere.
He is not the new leslie nielsen.
I am learning how to mingle. To contribute but don’t dominate a conversation.
I am trying to learn when not to punchline but I cheat, and use it anyway, just in a sneaky context. Once an idea of joke is in the queue, I must see if it sinks or swims.
I can’t tell if you could take me for as long as I could take you.
I fall in love in 3 minutes. Click or clash.
Then date to see if her crazies are dealbreakers.
My simple rules.
I’m looking fr a woman who’s smart enough to be right most of the time
without the need tobe right all of the time.
I don’t like to fight. My running away may annoy you.
No yelling when I mess up.
No microwave Popcorn
That’s all I require of my roomate to be happy.
I can’t tell if this is where I should be looking.
It is concievable that a virtual relastionship with an avatar could be a helpful step.
All I need is one fan.