EXPERT DATING ADVICE

A conversation on the internet highlighted precisely what is wrong in modern American society; our lack of intellectual avidity. Most people are only avid when it involves crap they can shove into someone else's face. Which, coupled with some regurgitative and superficial knowledge sets, leads to some pretty boring dipwaddism.
It should not surprise you that I am opposed to boring dipwaddism.
This pipesmoking Dutch American is all about keenness.
Are you yourself in any way keen?


Quote:
"Went on a date with a guy I really like. I dressed nice, did my hair, gave him an extensive thirty minute lecture on coelacanths, yet I haven't heard from him. The only thing I can think of is perhaps I did not provide enough information on coelacanths?
Fish people, please advise."

My advice: Let him go. Any man that cannot see the charm, even adorability, of a woman who is passionately into scientific subjects or interests that overlap with scientific knowledge is not worth seeing again. And further, he cannot relate to passion, even deflected passion; what does that say about any relationship that might result?


By the same token, if he's a typical American male, he is deeply into his favourite teams, and will if not checked converse for hours on the subject, not realizing that most rational people will be bored to tears after less than two minutes. Who cares about the bloody Seahawks or the Dolphins? Good lord, shut up.

You can tolerate that. Go to a different room, but just make sure he has plenty of pizza, crunchy bits, and beer. Occasionally clean his feeding area, flush the toilet after he's done with it, and let him gibber on.

Perhaps he'll come around to coelacanths eventually?



The couple that de-friended me four years ago were right to do that; they're into sports, and we had absolutely next to nothing in common to talk about. Their lives were self-indulgent, football centered, and fundamentally boring. I stopped going to a particular establishment because the teevee was always on to "the game", and no one spoke of coelacanths. I dread Autumn Sundays at work, because, again, no coelacanths.

Whenever people talk to me about sports I have this dreadful habit of getting drowsy.


I would prefer the magic of living fossil fish.

Suggestion for men going on dates with aquarium staff: read up on coelacanths. And other lobe-finned fish. During the second date, have something intelligent to say about the pseudomaxillary folds, or perhaps the blue-shifted colour capacity vision.
They are nocturnal piscivores.
Notochordic!



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