Thursday, August 06, 2009

Role Reversal

I went to a party at a neighbor's place earlier this evening and I had the pleasure of having a cool chick use a line on me. The experience was so unfamiliar to me that I didn't even realize it was a line until a few moments later. She put her fingers on my chest and said "I hear you took some cool pictures in Berlin. Maybe tonight you can give me a 'slide show'." It was even accentuated by her lightly rubbing and squeezing my shoulder and giving a coy smile. Oh double meaning. A bit crass but also clever.

I think I'm finally growing up because I declined the offer initially and then politely declined a second time when she followed me as I headed out the door to go home, asked me why I was leaving, and indicated that her room was where she wanted me to be right then.

Okay, so, why did I decline? I declined because she lives directly across the street, and that hasn't worked out so well for me in the past... with the last "girl" that lived in her apartment. If I made the same mistake a second time, with somebody who also clearly is not a long term prospect I think it would be appropriate to blast my brain with electroshock paddles. As a wise character from the feature film DC Cab (starring Mr. T) once said... "Don't let ya dick, run ya life." Sage advice for the ages for men of all ages.

At any rate, I liked the attention I got. It was a good little refreshing ego boost. I wondered briefly what it would be like to be female where you have lines used on you and to be the one who was typically approached. It would probably get old fast in some cases but still feel validating if it was attention from somebody you found attractive, right?

Sunday, August 02, 2009

The Search for the Bike

My good friend S hustled all over town with me walking (so sad) to six different bike shops and finding just about nothing that was what I was looking for. I almost went with a single speed which would have left me walking the bike up the steep hills to Noe Valley.

I ended up riding a bunch of bikes and then just going to a shop I like where they will build a bike up from scratch and modify it with all the parts I want. It ain't cheap but it should yield a very sexy silver and black piece of rideable art.

I will have to keep it handcuffed to me at all times.

Saturday, August 01, 2009

Bike Hunting


I'm shopping for a bike to replace the expensive one that was stolen from me back in June. I wish I could place a curse on the crap stains posing as humans that snatched it. Maybe you can wish some evil on them with me. Let's all hold cyberpunk hands and chant. Or better yet wish me some good bike karma for my next purchase to stay close to me.

I find bikes very alluring for some reason. They have a certain sleek, aesthetic beauty to them that makes me wish I had a huge garage where I could own a dozen different kinds.

This one on the left was quite cute and light. Pretty decent price at $475 too. It's a rebuilt used bike that might be everything that I need for commuting. I was thinking of buying it but it's one of the first that I've looked at. I'm tempted to buy it just to have it and then have another bike custom built. I'm pretty lost here without a bicycle.

I really should learn how to fix and build them myself but it seems to be pretty involved if you want to be able to do more than change a tire and tube or adjust the brakes. I've never been the kind of person that takes things apart and puts them back together. I also thing guitars are beautiful but I can ride a bike a lot better than I can play a guitar. Maybe one day I'll get that big bike garage. Are you listening sugar mommas of the world?