Not what I expected.
I was going to spend the whole week on irrigation, because having readers and commenters is so 2005. But I got a couple more responses to the Craigslist ad that I had to tell you about.
I was a little nervous about the email from 'Pete the Meat', but it turned out nice. He wished me luck and suggested a local cafe as a hangout for intellectual types.
This morning I got an email from 'good guy', which was immediately promising because he changed the subject line. Very few guys do that and I am almost never impressed with the ones who don't. But when I opened "Secret Sacramento Hang Out", it said:
I was a little nervous about the email from 'Pete the Meat', but it turned out nice. He wished me luck and suggested a local cafe as a hangout for intellectual types.
This morning I got an email from 'good guy', which was immediately promising because he changed the subject line. Very few guys do that and I am almost never impressed with the ones who don't. But when I opened "Secret Sacramento Hang Out", it said:
If you tell me that you wear size 6 jeans (or thereabout) I'll tell you where that "hideout" is.Not even close, fucker. You're no bearded grad-student guy. That wouldn't even cross a bearded grad-student's mind. The last thing I need is the location of his hang out. The location of the secret Sacramento hang out of jackasses is something I can live without.
posted by Megan at 8:42 AM
12 Comments:
M:"You're no bearded grad-student guy. That wouldn't even cross a bearded grad-student's mind."
er..don't you think we're getting just a wee hung up on this bearded-grad-student fantasy?
Agreed, what a silly man.
My Mexican friend has a saying, "Meat is for the man, bone is for the dog".
Megan, you keep on rocking on, ok?
Robert
p.s. I would have responded to your half hearted defense of your ad, except that my objection was half hearted too. You're gold, don't worry about it.
OH GOD, all the anonymouses of the world are refusing to get with this program. The bearded grad student is a fekking METAPHOR. HELLO???? A metaphor. Ok, fine, so he happens to be a metaphor for something that is actually physically, intellectually and emotionally similar to what he, um, is literally. But please don't misunderstand, the bearded grad student could also be, like, a postdoc. Or even have a mere goatee. So THERE!
P.S. I interested in how/if you responded to that "good guy." Somewhere deep down, you know the proper response is no response, but I wonder if you thought to school him a little? Do tell.
No. I never respond to stuff like that. Life is too short. I grin and shake my head and tell you about it if it is funny. Seriously, anonymous ridiculousness never scratches the surface with me. That stuff from Volokh cracked me up; the more outrageous the better.
Criticism from y'all might hit a little closer, 'cause I imagine that you know me a little. But even that is from imaginary people and I mostly don't care. I'm thickskinned in general and I avoid drama like the plague.
OH! And I never defend myself against false accusations or misinterpretations. I just don't care that much. I figure if someone got something that wrong, he or she wasn't paying attention. Then I don't care about that person's opinion and I walk away. Sometimes I'll figure out where the chain of reasoning went wrong, and I'll laugh about it and still never bother to fix it. If he or she figures it out in retrospect, he or she can call me and apologize. If I wasn't at fault, I got nothing to offer, not even interest.
My wife, Natasha, had the same standard for men changing the subject line. I suppose that, at some level, I passed, though I was not an A+ by any means.
Tyler
If that jerk were to even have a beard, it would be one of those very, sad sad "oh, you mean that's not one week of growth that's actually eight weeks of growth?" kind of beards.
The kind that exist more on the neck than the face.
a king decides to give up his riches to become a wandering holy man. after 20 years of anonymity a group of thugs attack him. "but don't you know that I *was* the king?" he says.
If you were truly "thick-skinned", had truly forgotten, you would have been silent they replied.
dubin:"so there!"
er..that wins it for me child!
I think a man who knows a lot about the sizing of women's clothing is a little suspect.
Another reason not to just go along with unwarranted accusations and misinterpretations, not to mention simple mishearings, is that it adds an extra veneer of fun and surreality to everyday conversations. That's why sometimes I don't correct people if they mishear or misunderstand something I say.
Also, in response to a comment a couple days ago, it occurred to me when it is that people become self-conscious about dancing--the first school-wide dance in middle school.
I am totally confused. I mean what kind of man knows anything about women's pant sizes? The concept of guys who are really hung up on very small or very large women, this I am familiar with and have seen in action. But to put a number to it, this seems strange to me.
In defense of these who don't change the subject line of emails all the time, I typically don't... one could think of it as an efficient way to leave a "flag" indicating a particular conversation. Email is probably my main mode of communication, professionally and personal, so my correspondence is more like a conversation and I may have several different conversations going on at the same time with one person. Leaving the subject line intact allows one to keep track of which conversation was which, though I will freely admit that it leaves something lacking insofar as keeping track of which email says which.
A thought on the whole size-6 thing... one possibility I might consider is that this, ah, "discriminating sexist in bearded grad-student's clothing" might actually be married. Married men would have a reason to know the size of women's clothing, or more specifically, a specific woman's size, and presumably would have some idea of the various other sizes due to seeing the other sizes typically available at the store while he's shopping for his wife. Just a thought... either way, some other 007-superagent can find the "hideout".
--just stumbled upon this blog and thought I'd say something since it seems like you actually read the comments...
what guy knows anything about women's sizes? any decent guy who's been in a relationship.
I know, you want an impoverished "feminist" grad student, but jesus maria y joseph. I know the sizes of all of the girls I have dated with any seriousness. Why? Because I have bought all of them a rather large assortment of clothes and lingerie. But then I'm a professional (and an actual engineer), rather than a smelly, unkempt, leftist grad student.
As to the utter uncouthness of size 6... uh, well, all height dependent of course, but 0-4 is usually the preferred size. 6 is beyond pushing it unless you're tall (though I've dated girls who were 10 thanks to height).
Overall, the comments just show exactly how sheltered and ignorant one is about real life and what men are actually like. You should try dating a Big type (try the VCs in SF or the winemakers in Napa), you'll be very surprised. I'd also suggest removing "feminist" from your profile, as it tends to indicate to 99% of men that you're not really interested in men but rather "men". With all the hastles in life, why date another one? Stating that you're a "feminist" usually means that you believe that Andrea Dworkin was overly reserved and not hardcore enough.
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