That was different
UPDATE: I totally forgot to talk about some of the science at the conference. I'll do so soon, particularly the last keynote speaker's plan to propose an intereferometer constellation whose baseline separation could be earth-sized, made possible by his group's work in controlling laser noise, as well as the quiet impressive work going on at HBCUs.
Ok, so I'm back from the conference. As usual, instead of going home I went straight to the Melody (free wireless), did dinner, then danced for a while. Interestingly, our matchmaker-in-denial inquired as to why I wasn't dating a certain person, so I tried to explain that I don't take kindly to being stood up; being a genius, I forgot to mention that I'm still over her since she hasn't expressed renewed interest. However, afterwards one of the girls and I hit House of Guys for desert and conversation. Three hours later we stopped making out* so she could go home, right after establishing that we'll be dating but not exclusive (yet). Amusing highlights of the night are
Been a while since I've had a girl who was into me but didn't care if we we're exclusive, and that ended and never picked up again when she found a boyfriend. I figure it'll be at least a month before I pick one, cause there's this one, the one reported on a couple of posts ago, and one at Starbucks in development. Everyone else has pretty much been expunged from the list, so this is still manageable, but the list is not closed, so one could say that I live in interesting times.
Oh, and I spent the ride from the hotel to the airport discussing physics pedagogy, academic politics, and community service by physicists with the new president of the NSBP. The professor suggested that, instead of building a career somewhere and planning to move back to El Paso later I think about building my career at the alma mater. As things stand right now that would be professional suicide, and I said so, but I agree with the assessment of the need for the department's improvement. And speaking of the conference, I need to figure out in which situations grinding is divorced from sexual connotations. I spent a decent amount of time on the floor with two different girls last night, grinding away, a slave to nobody but the rhythm, and neither were really interested -- you can't get conference nookie if you don't try, so I tried my hand at the game and failed.
*NB: Making out includes massage, conversation, and a number of other things for me. This was a rather tame session, but since it was our first date, no need to push boundaries. That'll happen soon enough.
Ok, so I'm back from the conference. As usual, instead of going home I went straight to the Melody (free wireless), did dinner, then danced for a while. Interestingly, our matchmaker-in-denial inquired as to why I wasn't dating a certain person, so I tried to explain that I don't take kindly to being stood up; being a genius, I forgot to mention that I'm still over her since she hasn't expressed renewed interest. However, afterwards one of the girls and I hit House of Guys for desert and conversation. Three hours later we stopped making out* so she could go home, right after establishing that we'll be dating but not exclusive (yet). Amusing highlights of the night are
- Her: "This wasn't how I was expecting the night to go."
Me: "How did you expect it to go?"
Her: "Going home, going to sleep right after Melody." - It was intimated that she would enjoy being exclusive with me but is not yet actively seeking that.
- I could be in danger of being labeled a player at one of my main stomping grounds.
- The pecan pie is better than I remembered but still nowhere near VI quality, and I keep forgetting to tell the server not to heat it up.
- Her: "So how many people are on your list?"
Me: "Enough. How many are on yours?"
Her: "I guess neither of us wants to answer that question..." - Both sides understand that, for a number of reasons, physicality is part of a relationship for me.
- Me: "There are two ways to avoid shame. Never do anything you'd be ashamed of, or never be ashamed of what you do. The second one of those has been an important principle in my life for a long time."
More making out. - Her: "You're pretty open about things, huh?"
Me: "If you ask nicely, I'll answer pretty much any question."
Her: "That must suck. You're easy to read then."
Been a while since I've had a girl who was into me but didn't care if we we're exclusive, and that ended and never picked up again when she found a boyfriend. I figure it'll be at least a month before I pick one, cause there's this one, the one reported on a couple of posts ago, and one at Starbucks in development. Everyone else has pretty much been expunged from the list, so this is still manageable, but the list is not closed, so one could say that I live in interesting times.
Oh, and I spent the ride from the hotel to the airport discussing physics pedagogy, academic politics, and community service by physicists with the new president of the NSBP. The professor suggested that, instead of building a career somewhere and planning to move back to El Paso later I think about building my career at the alma mater. As things stand right now that would be professional suicide, and I said so, but I agree with the assessment of the need for the department's improvement. And speaking of the conference, I need to figure out in which situations grinding is divorced from sexual connotations. I spent a decent amount of time on the floor with two different girls last night, grinding away, a slave to nobody but the rhythm, and neither were really interested -- you can't get conference nookie if you don't try, so I tried my hand at the game and failed.
*NB: Making out includes massage, conversation, and a number of other things for me. This was a rather tame session, but since it was our first date, no need to push boundaries. That'll happen soon enough.