So, I went to fencing tonight (surprise surprise), and when I got there, there was no electricity. (Real surprise. No. REAL surprise.)

Anyway, we fenced until it got to dark, then played with wacky wackers.

Then I made a crack about singing kumbaya, and a couple of the youngin’s said I should sing “The Scotsman” again. So I started to go along. Aaron (16 year old god-fearin’, gun-totin’, hard drinkin’, Bush worshipin’ (despite never having read anything about the man personally), but otherwise decent kid Aaron, starts bitching about it.

“Ok man thats enough. No really thats enough. Thats good. Stop. That’s enough.”

So, whilst singing (About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by//And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye…//), I walked over and dutched-rubbed him for being bitchy.

He got really bent out of shape. We play-fight all the time, we fence, we take the piss, so honestly it never occured to me before hand that this would be a problem.

Wrong. Bad call. He got all twitchy and nervous and whilst I have no proof, I just hear him thinking about being uncomfortable and wondering if I’m gay.

Couple of points. While it would be nice to be bi (more options), I’m not. Nor am I gay. I’m straight. In fact, Nicole has often told me that I “permeate masculinity”. Of course, given the rest of the guys in Nicole’s life, that isn’t saying much, but hey. However, just about every not quite so secure in themselves straight person I’ve ever met has at some point questioned by orientation.

Now, if a gay guy thought I was gay, I’d be flattered. But they don’t ever make that mistake. Ever. I just don’t fit.

However, there are a lot of repressed straight people out there that think that if you like to sing and dance, and if you’re ok with touching guys, you must be gay.

Especially in the damn south.

One day Alex was talking about some gay activist group who supposedly resides next door, and then he stopped, said “Not that theres anything wrong with that…and then he and Rachel both gave me this long, nearly practice look.

I don’t get it. Used to happen back in school, too. Except only straight people do it. Its enough to make me turn gay, just to go along with people. But then I’d never get any play, cause no one gay thinks I’m gay.

On another note, I’m gonna cut my hair pretty quick here. I think I’m gonna go look for Mom’s camera and get before and after pics, put them up to my website, and then post links to them. Thats the theory.

Not as it matters, but afterall I do have a mild case of vanity.

Back soon.

[EDIT: Cheers to Sandy for pointing out a linking mistake. Thats what I get for handcoding it. ]

[EDIT: This post edited to removed snarkiness. 13 May 05] I met Candice at some point early in my freshman year. She was in my freshman “get acquainted with college” class, frontiers.

Really I don’t remember all that much about Candice from that year. To be honest, I remember a lot less about that year than I ought to anyway.

I do remember that I liked Candice from the first. She has both a razor sharp intellect and stunning beauty, and she’s a great person to boot. But while I thought Candice was great, she made some…questionable choices with her friends. Or more specifically, with her boyfriend. Not that I wasn’t fooled by the guy for quite awhile (about a year), because he can be a charming bastard when he so wishes. Hopefully, I wont’ reference him often enough to warrant his own reference post, but you get the idea.

Anyway, so there was that.

Candice also turned out to be the roommate of my eventual girlfriend, Nicole. More on that in another reference post.

Anyway, traumatic breakups on both of our parts led to an almost close friendship as the sophomore year wained. We were sort of mid-level friends since we met.

She went to england at the beginnig of junior year, I went second semester of junior year. She went to Oxford, I went to Norwich.

Now, at some point during the sophomore year, Candice became sort of a fairy tale princess for me. The out of reach sort of person that you desperately admire and would like a shot with, but never really get the chance.

Fast forward a bit, to England. Candice and I get in touch, especially early in the year when she’s not to terribly busy and I’m still finding friends. At one point this almost netted a cross-england visit, (which is an amusing story in and of itself), but that failed.

At some point before spring break, I manage to get my ass in gear and go over and visit Candice. It turned out to be one of the best weekends of my life. Of course, being the closet romantic that I am, I’m blowing it all out of proportion, but really thats ok. Honestly. Its ok. I swear.

I won’t go through the entire weekend, but we went for a long walk through oxford, drank at a few choice pubs, ate a (I thought) very romantic dinner and drank waaaay more than we probably should have. That night we ended up back at her apartment, talking endlessly, consuming alcohol, and, as the night wore on, cuddling like there was no tomorrow. (At this point I wish there’d been less alcohol because the night grows extremely fuzzy in my mind). Anyway, at some point she asked me, “When did you get so comfortable?”

Now, understand that I have the closet romantic’s tendency to overanalyze. Given that, and my own thoughts, she wasn’t just talking about the cuddling (although I do have it on majority authority that I am pretty comfortable to pillow on), she was talking about our repoire. Our connection. For that one glorious night, we were {crosses fingers} like this.

Unfortunately, she still wasn’t (in my opinion) completely over The Fuckhead, and I was dating Becky, which was a relationship destined for nothing, and I knew it, but I didn’t want to start any sort of relationship off “wrong” by dumping someone to be with Candice. I figured that would send the wrong sort of impression about who I am.

Oops. She started dating a guy from England, and he was a really great guy. So I couldn’t even be mad about it. Especially not since I was by that point dating Rachel. That was a couple of months later.

So we stayed friends, rarely seeing each other but extremely close when we did see each other (mind to mind, there was no more cuddling, to my sorrow).

So thats the brief history with Candice.

Just for your edification, Candice is a tall blond, who weighs not quite enough, sparkling blue eyes, and the best wavy hair you could ever ask for. And she’s athletic-ish. She is hands down beautiful. The sort of art/model beautiful that isn’t even spank-bankable because its too surreal.

I haven’t really touched on any personality points, but you’ll have to get those from quotes and references. That sort of thing is hard to explain. Still, if I come up with any quotes or short stories that give you ideas to that effect, I’ll add them to the end of this post.

Ok, what I’m going to do now and over time is try and lay out a character description, some history and whatnot so that when I randomly reference people, you’ll have some clue of who I’m talking about.

This is assuming, of course, that anyone ever reads this. I need to get more into blogger culture so that I can start getting people to link to this..and so that I can start linking to people.

ts one that I actually haven’t gotten into that much. Still, whilst logging into “blogger”an article that referenced this caught my eye.

This is exactly what I’m talking about with the Geek Heirarchy. See, she gets it. Don’t know who she is, but she gets it. And she apparently goes to Harvard Law, so get the picture, people!

;-)

Right, so yesterday was very bad for a couple of friends of mine. Ok, scratch that, yesterday I don’t know about, but this weekend wasn’t so good.

First and foremost, Candice broke up with the English boy Tim. Which, on a pure friendship level is too bad, because they made a great couple and as far as I could tell, things seemed to be going pretty well…although I don’t know as I’m enough of a confidant that I’d be told even if things weren’t going well.

Hmm…it occurs to me that I need to post up about each person I talk about at some point. We’ll see about doing that later today, I guess.

Lessee….oh right, on with the story. So anyway, the truth of the matter is that I have mixed feelings about the whole Candice break up thing, because, frankly, I’d like a chance at being her boy myself. How I accomplish that from 1100 miles away is a bit of a mystery, however, and I know she’s got other guys nearby her who feel the same way I do…(she being one of those perfectly-imperfect women that every guy who meets wants to be with.), so I don’t know as this is really a good thing no matter whcih way you look at it. Plus, I’m afraid that if I ever ask for a shot that she’ll just stop talking to me. Which is probalby how I’d react if a friend in whom I wasn’t interested expressesd interest, but shes generally a better person than I am, so who knows.

Anyway, then my fencing coach Alex and his partner in crime, girlfriend, and top fencer Rachel announced that they’d be closing the fencing club as a business. Its very sad, because the place was…someone living the American dream (minus the getting rich part, but that could come in time). I mean, their reasons are sound, and they made a damn good run of it, but its just extrememly sad to see people losing their dream. Its also very sad to see a dream who were captured by die…or least become very ill. Still, the club will go on, and hopefully it’ll continue and improve and he’ll be able to open up a buisness again, eventually.

So that was the weekend for the friends. I still need to call Nathan and congratulate him on the engagement. Fuck me up the goats ass.

Well, later all.