The Points System

I've often in passing made comment regarding a system of points which is used to determine my level of attraction to members of the opposite sex. For purposes of clarification, I've compiled the following directory of point system awards. (Note: at least one point is required in order for an individual to warrant my time.)

*Language*
Being multi-lingual +35
Ability to speak Spanish +40
Speaking Spanish to show off -10
Assuming I can't understand -20
Proper grammar +20
Broad vocabulary +20
Improper use of otherwise impressive words -10

*Automotive*
Clean car +20
Bad driving -15
REALLY bad driving -25
Ability to change oil +20
Skills beyond changing oil +5 each

*Conversation*
Inappropriate jokes or reference -5 (extra 5 point deduction for each subsequent bad joke)

Chauvinistic comments -10 (plus concurrent inappropriate joke deduction)
Moderate charm in speaking +20
Excessive charm in speaking -3

*Manner*
Opening a door on a date +15
Opening a door any other time +20
Walking me home/to the door +40
Asking me to make him food - All previous points
Impoliteness towards my friends or family - All future points

*Activities*
Beating me at something +10
Being a jerk about beating me -15
Letting me win -157
Being a bad sport when I kick his trash -35
Showing sincere appreciation for my mad skills +53

*Features and Characteristics*
Taller than me (not difficult) +15
Laughs +5
Laughs a lot + So many! (To be determined on an individual basis)
Enjoys little things (stars, marshmallows, puddles) +97

(Note: this compilation is incomplete and subject to modification.)

Def Leppard: A Date of Tribute

It occured to me during a "big 80's weekend" that I could probably go on an entire date using only lyrics from Def Leppard for communication. Improbable, you say... check it out!!___________________________
Replies:
I = inquiry
OR = optional response

I: Hey Ami, how are you tonight?
OR: I'm hot, sticky, sweet from my head to my feet.
OR: I'm hungry for love, and it's feeding time.
OR: Hysteria, when you're near.
OR: I'm burnin', burnin', I got the fever.

I: So where are you from?
OR: A dead end street...where the deadbeats meet.
OR: The only place in town that can take you up to heaven and never bring you down.

I: I saved you a seat, Ami!; Mind if I sit by you?; etc.
OR:I don't wanna touch you too much, baby.
OR:You could try to get closer to me.

I: Hey Ami, wanna go out again sometime?
OR: Are you wild'n'willin or is it just for show?
OR: You and me, babe. Hey, hey!
OR: Everybody wants a piece of the action.
OR: No promises. No guarantees.
OR: Daddy don't agree.
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So You get the idea... the possibilities are nearly endless. Just for kicks I've compiled a few lists of situational comments as follows:

Introductions:
- I'm Captain Cool, yeah!
- Hey boys, Miss Magic is back!

Dinner comments:
- What do you want? What do you want?
- Pour some sugar on me!
- You gotta taste that sweetness!
- You've had enough but you just want more.

Flirtatious comments:
- You dance with danger!
- Why save your kisses for a rainy day?

Philosophical comments:
- If you wanna dance with the devil, you've gotta play his way.
- From memory, there is no hiding place.

In case it's not going well (disses and come-backs):
- Passion killer, you're too much!
- You're bringin' on the heartache.
- Watch the night go up in smoke!
- You've gotta recognize my superiority!
- Divided we stand, baby. United we fall.
- Do you have a heart of stone?
- Animal.

Farewells:
- Gimme one for the road!
- I may never see your face again.
- I got a long, long way to go before I can say goodbye to you, goodbye to you.
- I've wasted my time.
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Note: Most lyrics are interchangable. I could do this for hours! I think I've made my point fairly clear, however, that I could indeed use only Def Leppard lyrics as conversation pieces. How well would that date go? Well, that would depend entirely on his appreciation for the "classics".

What Happens in Mexico...

As I obviously am a big fan of making lists and presenting them as editorials, I have compiled this list of important observations and lessons learned while I was on the beach in Mexico this last week. Let's get started, shall we?

1) You don't REALLY need your birth certificate or car title to get into Mexico. They'll let anyone in... it's getting out that can be tricky. However, if you all look white enough, they'll let you back to the US without too much trouble, as well.

2) The ocean is salty. It is REALLY REALLY salty. It burns your eyes. It burns your tongue. It dries you out and plasters your hair to your head. It looks BEAUTIFUL!...but you won't anymore once you've been in.

3) Any captured sand crab should be named "Pinchy". Any questions?

4) You really should avoid running in shallow water at low tide. One of three things will happen. You will either a- get stung by a jellyfish or stingray; b- tear a foot up on the jagged reef (which I chose to do); or c- end up having to carry the a's and b's back to the camp.

5) If you do tear your foot up on the reef while running in shallow water during low tide, don't run up to the top of the beach afterwards to show all your friends. By the time you get there, your foot will be gushing blood, and you'll be halfway into a state of shock. That's why it'll seem so funny to you at the time.

6) It's handy to know Spanish when you get pulled over in Mexico. If you can't work things out that way, however, just pretend you have no idea what's going on and hand them $20. Works every time.

7) You really can't go wrong if you constantly refer to the ocean as "the drink". It will ALWAYS sound cool. Seriously...try it.

8) Looking cute always helps. When your friends get their truck stuck in the sand dunes, you don't have to feel helpless. You're doing your part just by standing around and being cute.

9) Sunscreen isn't waterproof. I don't care what the bottles say.

10) The tough guy is usually the one that gets sick. Just when you think you've made the whole trip without anyone getting sick, the tough guy will probably puke all the way home... just for kicks.

11) You can enjoy an entire four day stay in Mexico listening to nothing but Jimmy Eat World.

12) You can tell yourself you don't care what you look like, but you'll change your mind when all the other girls are sitting in their tent doing their makeup in the morning. Good thing you're not trying to impress anyone, right?

13) Finally, if you're ever stopped on the side of the road in a caravan with some friends in Mexico, and you've got a bag of gummy worms... try licking them and throwing them onto the windshield behind you. This is guaranteed to make everyone's trip 10 times more enjoyable.

Thirteen... a good prime number. I could go on and on about the lessons to be learned on a singles vacation; but for the sake of time and the avoidance of developing carpal tunnel, I'll stop here.

Thoughts on Valentine's Day...

Fact: Today is Valentine's Day.
Fact: I am single.

Question: Why are we expected to be depressed or upset when we're single for Valentine's Day?

My thoughts: To me, Valentine's Day is often a lot like Hannukah. It just doesn't really apply to me. The thing is... I don't sit around moping on Hannukah because I'm not Jewish. So why would I be sad on Valentine's Day because I'm single?!? When you think about it... it's only Valentine's Day for those who have significant others. For the rest of us it's Wednesday.

I have to say... I have had a lovely Wednesday.

The Longest 7 (or 10) Hours... ::Travel Troubles::

Before I begin, I would like to make two things very clear...
1. I never get airsick.
2. I like little children.

It all started around 3 pm. After a short break for the holidays, it was definitely time to go back to school. Everything seemed fine for a while, but my mother is a crier. Do you know hard it is to remove your shoes and jacket, empty your pockets, present your passport, pass through the metal detector, replace your shoes and jacket, and walk away while your mother is watching you...crying?!? Not simple, my friend. Anyone who can watch their mother cry without shedding a tear is dead inside. Don't worry, though. She called me five minutes later to make sure I'd found my gate. (Have you been to the Tulsa airport?!)

Upon boarding the plane, to my dismay I found that my seat was already occupado by a man who barely spoke english and smelled like a coat closet. With some help from the cute boy behind me (also the boy who was to sit next to me for the next 2.5 hours) things were cleared up and we settled in. Only a few moments later, however, it was realized that the entire row in front of us was empty and the cute boy quickly moved to the seat in front of his. Too quickly. I chose not to take that personally.

Before taking off, the pilot came on to explain to us that we would experience a great deal of turbulance over Colorado. Usually the captain won't talk about turbulance until turbulance has actually been experienced. When the captain predicts turbulance...BUCKLE UP! Let's just say that by the time we got to Salt Lake, I was probably green... not to mention quite happy the cute boy was not sitting two inches from me. Enough about that.

In Salt Lake, I had about a three hour layover. Since nothing interesting happened at this point, we'll move ahead.

During that last leg of my travels, upon boarding the plane I was informed that my seat had been changed for me. This didn't phase me too much, since I was replaced into a window seat. After everyone else had boarded, the three seats in my row were still unoccupied. Following some hustle and bustle at the front of the planes, two small girls and a mother holding a baby walk down the isle to the seats next to me. A charming little lady sat neatly next to me, buckled her safety belt and helped herself to a bag of chips. The cuteness didn't last. It wasn't long before I was being tackled by a monster with Dorito-encrusted fingers and milky breath, insisting that I keep my window shut and turn BOTH overhead lights on. (Neither of those are things I like to do.) That went down for about the next hour. The highlight of the flight was when the young child blurted out loudly, "Hey, why is your nose so big?" While her horrified mother apologized and scolded her, I explained politely that my father has a large nose. I didn't FEEL like being polite...

Upon our 30-minute late arrival into Idaho Falls, I joined the other passengers in waiting another 30 minutes for our luggage. Then I joined the other 6 passengers whose luggage was lost. Yes... that is how my day was yesterday.

Moral of the story: Flying is the safest way to travel.