Asberg, homework, scheduling, and dating

And here we are again... One of today's big deals is that I caught myself not wanting to leave the house this evening. I was going to visit Sonic and get a coney because I had one of those buy one, get one free deals, and I was standing by my door not wanting to leave. This is important because it's one of the asberger [asperger?] syndrome symptoms that my brother thinks we have. Or rather, he thinks he has it, and if I have also, that proves his point because maybe it's genetic or something. Anyway, it's him trying to justify something he's doing by sharing with me. Sharing is so typical of siblings. Hmmmm... do you have a sibling and could you picture him or her doing that?

In other news, the door guy said he tried to call me last night to say he couldn't come by today and replace my two broken [kicked in] doors because he got behind after the ice storm earlier this week. Apparently he's also a plumber, and today is Saturday, so there's a bunch of other things he needs [wants?] to do before fixing my door. I don't really mind rescheduling, and I didn't have anything planned for next Saturday yet in any case. I just wish he had contacted me to do it yesterday. I hate it when other people screw up my careful schedules. Well, I guess I should just say "schedules" because this wasn't very careful. I just wanted to get it over with so I could get the bill, scan it, and and send it to the insurance people so I can get reimbursed [or not].  I also have to get a replacement X-box and make a copy of THAT receipt. I already have a copy of the receipt for the replacement shotgun.

I got some of my Spanish homework done today, so at least I used the day productively. I hate to waste time... it's some sort of guilt thing with me for whatever reason. I nag myself into doing things and then I get a sense of relief after I check something off my to-do list. I wanted to check the doors off my list, but I have to wait at least until next Saturday for that. The homework was two pages [in Aerial 12 point] dealing with the history and culture of Spain. I got two pages. I just hope he didn't think I was going to do it in Spanish... It's Spanish I, after all, and he may have wanted to see the 12 of us students writing like non too bright 1st grades at school in Barcelona or something. That's another thing I hate. Looking like a non too bright 1st grader.

Dating is going badly at the moment. It's feast or famine, and this is famine right now. I signed up for a month of eHarmony and now I'm thinking I'll need at least 6 months to find the woman I want. That's what I'm doing, after all. I usually just say "I'm trying to meet people" but really I mean "I want to meet a special woman." I've been doing the online dating thing for awhile, so I know what to write to get dates. I just don't know what to do during the date to get ANOTHER date because I usually don't [get a second date]. They never tell me why they stop talking to me. It's like I said something stupid or showed up drunk or something, only, I don't do that. I'm thinking I'm just not complimentary enough.

I can't imagine not meeting a woman on-line. How else is it done? Friend of a friend worked for me and my [now] ex-wife, but that friend doesn't seem to know anyone else and the only other friend who introduced me to someone won't do it again [probably because his wife only knew one woman or possibly his wife is annoyed with me]. Should I start introducing myself to strangers? I'd hate it if a woman did that with me. Well, I'd hate it initially, and then I'd be OK about it only if she was a 10. Well, my first thought would be that she's trying to sell me something, but then I'd really like if she wasn't. You know about the number scale, right? I think of myself as a 7 or an 8, and so I'd like a woman that's an 8 or a 9, but would settle for a 6 or a 7. I'd hate being asked in public if the asker was a 5 or below.

 OK. 5 paragraphs is enough. I think I could "talk" forever, but I have to draw the line somewhere.