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Is anybod else not comfortable with the whole blind date thing? Have we all come to that point where are friends/co-workers and whoever helped to create this novelty knows what we want better than we know ourselves. As much as I want to hate them, god are they fun. Talk about some fucked up experiences. Two single people, some drinks, and splendid cador bantor makes for quite an evening.

I guess this all started after Memorial Day weekend in BLoomington, IN and what might have been one of the best weekends of my life (almost got arrested for indecent exposure and made sweet love while thunder and lightning was crashing down around us...really erotic and cliche)

Once I got back to Madison, WI I had an unusual email. Some random girl had found my profile on Friendster and was asking to go out for drinks. I love it when women are forthcoming and aggressive so I called her up. With a picture absent from her Friendster profile, I was a little miffed because she knew what I looked like, but I had no idea. Having just moved to Madison for the summer, I don't really know a soul, so what the hell. To make a long story short, the evening was hilariously awkward.

I felt like a naked orchestra conductor, conducting a blind, deaf, mute group of musicians. In trying to make her feel more comfortable I probably revealed too many crazy stories. A few beers and I was reminiscing about an experience in Italy that had me making out with a transvestite to escape being beaten, being caught by my little sister having sex in her room (that's right Mikey) and a few others.

Nothing seemed to make her crack an honest smile, just hald smirks, no real laughter, and she was honestly so freaked out by a clown wandering town on stilts that we had to leave the bar.

I pretty much offered up whatever tidbits I could offer, but still the awkward pauses continued. It reminded of bad open mic night at the Apollo or Gong Show reruns.

Then to top it all off, I really felt like a jackass when I walked her home. We got to her house and send the normal good night fair...yada, yada, yada...then I crossed the street and starting walking home. A few minutes later, she chased me down and gave me a hug. I was stunned...I had no idea what hit me. I don't know if she was just shy or what. It was just a fucked up experience. Then a week to the day she called and we're going to go out again sometime tomorrow. Hopefully I can experience more drama...why are awkward moments, humiliation, and self-degradation so much fun?

On a side note, just finished listening to my borther Mike's new band demo. Little Jimmy...not that bad bro', but I still miss the Roswells...