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Look. I get it. I'm terrible at dating. WAIT ! Lemme rephrase. Dating is terrible to me . That's right, dating is unkind to yours truly. I've been dating for years now with various websites and apps, on and off for the past eight years, by subtracting that time for the few relationships I've had in that timeframe - I'd say more like 3 to 4 years. I realize love is a four-letter word. Just like most of my fav swear words. Coincidence? I think not! So my relationship status has changed recently to: zero fucks given ! In order to get my weight up on dating, and gain more insight, I read up about online dating nowadays. I read a fascinating post by  Dan Oragui at MeetMindful.com  which is on-point:  The 6 Ugly Truths of Online Dating  about online dating. #legit Men and women have vastly different experiences and outcomes You have eight seconds to persuade a match to respond to your message You will get rejected - a lot The richer you are the most respons...

So on Friday, 6/17, I quietly celebrated my 14th year anniversary at Costco with the last day of my staycation (vacation time you spend at staying at home) I can safely say, "It's not the years, it's the mileage". Especially the past 6 months, in terms of change and adaptability aka mileage. You see, I know it seems to have been longer but I'm just north of 6 months at the warehouse. Amazing, huh? Hopefully I've made it look easy while it's been one of the most difficult changes I've ever done. The job is physical that lends itself to the younger crowd, so the looks from my co-workers when I tell'em that I'm much older than I seem is absolutely priceless. And those facial expression is testament to my ageless mentality. I read this church sign when I was a teenager that I've incorporated into my life. Age is nothing but a mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter! I have had, not one staycation but two , over...

Happy Father's Day, Dad! I've never been one to favor the other terms of endearment such as Daddy, father, papa, etc. I know you're half-way around the world but you're always close to my heart. I'm proud of you. Hell, I'm proud to be your son. So much so that I've intentionally molded myself to be a direct reflection of you but not be a clone. Imitation is the finest form of flattery. I am the man I am today because of your parenting with Mom. I hope you know that. I realize I'm not a father myself, or made you a grandfather while I know would be a thrill for you without a doubt. However, if I ever find myself in a situation that I'm interacting with children, whether they are strangers or friend's, I launch into a parenting type of role, because that's what you would do. As an adult, I've learned that it's my responsibility perhaps obligation to parent. What do I mean by the term parenting / parent? I mean be like you. A f...

It’s the beginning of summer, and to me, that means the denizens of the Pacific Northwest will cram 9 months of listlessness into 3 months time. One of the ways I usually cure that listlessness is to hit the open road for a road trip! That’s right, the Great American Road Trip. Most of us in Generation X, and some Generation Y, are accustomed to driving to our vacations aka holidays because it was cost prohibited to travel by flight. I’ve visited the Mt. Rushmore Monument to Disneyland to the Four Corners area by way of cars. There’s plenty of stories of road trips, playlists of music to be played on the radios which were inspired by the driving experience, and memories upon memories of the wild things that happened out there. My most recent road trip to Sedro Woolley reminded me of my fondest experience, and it didn’t take place on the highways and bi-ways of the United States. It didn’t happen during summer, either. In fact, it took place 8 years ago, in the fall, through th...

In an unusual fallout of my most recent failed dating experience, I've received unsolicited dating advice. It was prefaced with, "I hope you don't get mad, but would you like my opinion on the matter?" I'm surprised, because I've viewed myself as a type of person that wouldn't be upset for expressing your opinion. Then again, I keep seeing this postings on social media websites: So, I can understand why the preface. The message that became clear to me was, "you're too nice / too much / too lavish, too soon - leave them wanting more". Aiight, I understand the sentiment there. You set the "bar" too high, and too quick, you'll have no room for improvement. Then again, if you don't set it high enough, you won't have another chance to improve it . What's a guy to do? I'll tell ya: be yourself. And being myself is to be open to the experience, to be inspired by love, to love as if my heart hasn't been s...

Dating, to me, is an exercise in futility. Dating in the Seattle area is exponentially difficult with the Seattle Freeze plus the overall passive-aggressive culture that is widely accepted. Makes sense to me, as math is hard (see what I did there?) It left me wondering though, what is the rule of probability of finding a woman, that's the "one"? And why is it that I want to be Barney Stinson, but let's be honest, I AM the Ted Mosby of Seattle? I was even gifted thee book - The Bro Code which I have read so I'm read -y to deploy those articles. I did the math and it's ... bleak. World population : 7.4B USA population : 318.9M Washington State population : 7.06M Western Washington population: 5.2M Seattle Metro Area (Seattle Tacoma Bellevue) population : 3.61M Now, it's time to get granular with this: 29% of that population is in the age range of 30 to 49 : 1.046M 50% of that population is female : 523,450 48% of that population is u...

A co-worker friend of mine at the warehouse, that gifted me The Bro Code , piped up the other day that if you converted each letter of the alphabet into a number, starting with A is 1, and Z is 26 that "math" equals 42. 13 (M) + 1 (A) + 20 (T) + 8 (H) = 42 According to the Douglas Adams book, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe , the answer " to life, the universe, and everything " is 42. Douglas was quoted why the number 42, despite plausible theories presented,  "The answer to this is very simple. It was a joke. It had to be a number, an ordinary, smallish number, and I chose that one. Binary representations, base thirteen, Tibetan monks are all complete nonsense. I sat at my desk, stared into the garden and thought '42 will do' I typed it out. End of story." So it's complete coincidence that the answer to life ended up as M-A-T-H. Even more so, that mathematics has been explained to me as a pure language. I was so fascinated ...