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One thing I've been rediscovering about myself over the past few months:
I sometimes have an annoying tendency to misinterpret female friendliness as flirtiness, and "friendly flirtiness" as one step away from an outright proposition. Meanwhile, any serious flirting and or propositioning that may actually be taking place in the subtext of a given interaction is just as likely to be completely lost on me. Maybe it's just that I've become so wary of the former handicap, that the latter manifests itself as some sort of internal safeguard. Either way, it is, at times, a maddening condition to live with.
Some of the blame for this intersex "colorblindness" can be laid at the feet of my socially-bereft adolescence. I had a female friend or two in my early years (up until I was 8 or so), and hesitantly began to pick up the habit again around 18. Now, if you do the math, you may detect a tiny chunk of timeline in between wherein I was completely and utterly without benefit of any deep or meaningful interaction with female peers, and that, unfortunately for me, this period coincided with the same stretch of years wherein a good portion of one's foundational socialization usually takes place. I suspect that this has done much to cripple me in the ways of women. Of course I've had several short- and long-term romantic relationships in my adult years to date, which have worked out to varying degress of "success", however you'd choose to define that. But, you might say that I never really learned how to play "the game" of initiate-flirt-seduce properly. Most of the success I have had, has come as a result of those occasions when I have somehow stumbled into the position of Pursued, rather than Pursuer.
The bottom line in all this ramble is, I'm strongly feeling the lack of female companionship right now, but I haven't the desire, the energy, or the emotional capacity for a serious relationship. However, as I have ably demonstrated above, the logistics of successfully navigating an average everyday random "hook-up" seem to be completely beyond me. Even if they weren't, I've never been motivated to sex up someone I'm not genuinely interested in as a person. Plus, I have an extremely violent allergy to bullshit--and said substance is, I'm given to understand, quite helpful when applied in liberal doses to a potential lust-object. All of which leaves me with something of a dilemma.
This dynamic goes far in explaining why, every timeScuba talks to me on the phone, and demands to know if I've "gotten any" lately, the answer is consistently a resounding (and resigned) "no".
But enough of that. On to the fun stuff.
Pics from my New Orleans Halloween trip (already on my Facebook album, so skip these if you have access to such):
 Me and my "hostess with the mostest"(hair that is), Kiki, at Voodoo Fest.
 The Flaming Lips put on a good show...
 ...but nothing could match the raw sexuality-questioning power of Duran Duran.
 Audobon Park. Note the random white-shirted woman who wandered into perfect man-peeing position vis a vis the fountain jets.
 Naked, riding a water-spitting turtle...I think we've all been there.
 NES Light-Gun, anyone?
 My outfit for a Tulane University student performance of Rocky Horror...I was still channeling a touch of Simon Le Bon from the night before.
 My costume, and the answer to last week's puzzle: Cloud Strife (Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children)
 If any of the clues don't gel in retrospect, you probably aren't a fan.
 "I'm going to find it and I'm going to destroy it. Possibly with dynamite."
 Frenchmen St. on Halloween is TeH KraZ0rZ. It went on like this for...ev...errrrr.
 Swimsuit Borat. Definitely one of my favorites.
Filler material here
....oh, and later on, I got hit on by some gay men, one of which said I was "...too cute to be straight".
I don't have pictures of that.
The End.
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