Dressing down

I learned an interesting female dating tactic last week: dressing down. Apparently, the girls will dress ugly on purpose—a concept which completely baffles and freaks with my mind. I learned of this recently, while hanging out at a friend’s house the night her roommate reluctantly went on a date. The girls were discussing this concept while in her closet, though with the door open they were still in earshot.
For the record, when the roommate emerged, I really didn’t notice the intended lapse in tasteful attire. I suppose the subtlety of it is all part of the effectiveness?
After days of research and pondering, here is why I think girls might pull this stunt:

A) She is upset because the dude hasn’t clearly communicated whether he is interested or not…i.e. he’s slow with the DTR.
B) She doesn’t like the guy but still committed to the date.
C) She is saving her “hot” outfit for the post date run-in…i.e., as if to say, “Dude, you totally missed out.”
D) Girls are weird and a little crazy
E) I have no freaking clue

This blog leaves me with one disturbing question: has a girl ever dressed ugly for me? Yikes. What about the rest of you dudes?

Wanna join my band?

I think I'm going to start my own band and call it "C-Dawg and The Fantastic Funkadellic." I'm accepting applications for guitarists, singers and saxophones.

Non contact sport

On Sunday, a newbie ultimate frisbee player wanted me to explain the rules of the game before things got started.
"Well, ultimate frisbee is supposed to be a non-contact sport," I explained. Just then, a guy imitating a frisbee throw uppercutted my friend Karin in the jaw. SMACK!
It was like something from the Three Stooges.
So much for a non-contact sport.

Crowd pleaser

Two weekends ago, I competed in my 2nd sprint triathlon.

In the midst of my suffering (pictured left), I paused to acknowledge my friends, who were gleefully tossing a frisbee. I wish I could have stolen some of their oxygen.

I was pretty intimidated by the distance of the swim portion: a half mile. It was double the distance compared to first sprint tri I did. The words of a friend helped me persevere: "Swim like a gator is chasing you."

During the run, I got a nasty gut ache. It felt like an alien was trying to leave my rib cage. I somehow stuck it out. I ended finishing pretty well...and was still the 5th fastest runner of the day. I really don't know how that happened.

I'll be back for more tri action come September. Want to join me?

Quiz: What are these?

A. Neon Piranhas from the Amazon
B. Extras from the movie "Jaws"
C. Tri junkies
D. Alligators feeding

School of fish

I've seen plenty of vehicles with a Christian fish on it, but not 5 fish! Either each fish singnifies a family member, or a Darwanist is proudly displaying their Christian kills like a Japanese fighter pilot.

Swords

Conversation I had at the indoor climbing gym with two pony-tailed dudes who looked like Steven Segal wannabes:

Me: "How's your night going?"
Segal dude: "Not bad, but we got here late."
Me: "Oh, yeah?"
Segal dude: "I had to teach a jujitsu swords class tonight."
Me: "Oh...(under my breath) yah, everybody does that...my judo bowling class is on Thursdays."

Whoa, talk about some eclectic dudes.

Kiddie pool

I went to swim laps again on Tuesday evening at a neighborhood pool. I was looking forward to having the pool to myself. Did I mention that some kid was having a birthday party? Predicting the onslaught of little Hellians, the management chlorined the snot out of the pool. My eyes burned. Bad.
When I actually did swim, I spent the time weaving in and out of kiddies. I thought it might be good practice for the triathlon I am competing in this weekend...like when I'll be dodging the other competitors. The event is in a murky lake, so there probably won't be quite as much urine.