I got a chance to attend a LAN party last weekend, hosted by Greg. The gamers consisted of Doug, Greg, Dina, Aaron, Dan, and me. It was an easy setup, due to the small number of people there, and the fact that Dina has a Vaio laptop. We spent most of the time playing UT2K3, with a bit of Warcraft 3, Serious Sam 2, and Battlefield 1942 thrown in. We got around four hours of sleep, and everyone left around noon the next day. There may be plans for another one coming soon, most likely at my place since I have the apartment to myself for the next two months. I’m also the only person with air conditioning, who isn’t living at home. It’ll most likely be a co-op session, where we’ll try to finish a game like Diablo 2 in one sitting. Summer should always be this fun.
Nothing hurts more than knowing I’ll never talk to you again.
The idea that social peacocking occurs seasonally has recently been brought up. My friend and I both agreed that winter is the time for males to wear their nicer, thicker clothes in order to emphasize their shoulders or face or even class. Summer, on the other hand, is the time females show skin and curves. Thus, appeal becomes a seasonally based idea. Both sexes, following evolutionary instincts, are attracted to figures and faces.
Another thing to consider is the fact that girls are commonly born with the appealing curvy shape, whereas guys are born without strong muscular definition. This causes the emphasis of the male appeal to lie strongly on the face, and revealing clothes become less important.
On cruising the summer streets, my friend told me that he hoped girls have as hard a time keeping their eyes straight during the winter as guys do in the summer, assuming that the above is true. I realized that what I find appealing is more common in the winter, which is quite the opposite of the believed norm. I’m more of a face person than anything, and a nice turtleneck, suit, or dragging skirt makes me notice someone of the opposite sex more than tank tops or tight jeans.
I’m rarely one who is caught checking someone out since I don’t really care enough to become fixated on boobies. Darren tells me that he commonly notices other guys staring at the racy little blond walking by, but just as before, it’s not something that I notice. We both agreed that the worst case is catching old men tilting their heads for an ass-check. How terrible would it be to find out that one’s grandfather is an ass man?
It makes me wonder whether girls also leer at guys in the same disgusting fashion or maybe they are much more subtle. Perhaps some girls do have a hard time in the winter.
I’m sure that guys would like to know.
Over the summer, I’ve fallen into the habit of waking up (at a rather luxurious time). The first thing I do, whether I’m employed or jobless, whether I’m at school or on break, is go to my computer, turn some music on, and check my e‑mail. As a result of my late risings I’ve gotten into the habit of brush Dolly in the mornings. Ever since the weather began to warm up she’s been shedding fur at a faster rate than she grows it. She wakes up with me in the mornings and jumps in front of my monitor. I’ll get a quick nuzzle and sorry stare if I’m trying to read an important e‑mail. She’s unable to sit still as I brush her, and ends up pacing on my desk between stretches. I’m afraid that I’ll have to discontinue our morning ritual when I find a job, since I usually wake up with just enough time to get to school or work, and the shedding season brushing process usually ends up taking upwards of ten minutes. Perhaps extended unemployment isn’t so bad after all.
I now understand the appeal of soap operas.