being a novice at this, and not much inclined to reading others', i'm a little at a loss for what to say in my very first blog. that is not to say that i have nothing to say. in fact i think the problem is that i have too much to say.
maybe i should start with what i'm hoping to achieve here.
this is going to be collection of my most intimate ramblings.
to begin with: i've just discovered the facebook party. i believe it's the future.
i'm sitting at the southern sun grayston on rivonia rd with one of my oldest and dearest friends. both of us with our laptops on the table, barely saying a word to each other and conducting multiple chats with friends, both mutual and exclusive. what is this world coming to?
the fun part is we're sharing the experience.
this is what one might come to expect of this blog.
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and so after a few stops and starts with the initial entry into the blog, i've finally settled on an overarching theme for it. the blog that is, not this particular entry necessarily.
my friends have been hounding me to chronicle my exploits in the invariably treacherous dating field. having been single for most of my life, i'm what you might call a seasoned dater. i recently experienced love in what was on my part it's purest form, and since that ended i've been on a never-ending quest to reclam it - not from the same person, mind you. i'm not one to peel potatoes twice.
but yesterday, as i was walking out of my office to catch a taxi i had an epiphany. an oprah a-ha moment. i don't really want to be in a relationship. i'm quite content with being single - bar the little problem of lonely nights in an empty bed (worsened by the mandatory jozi evening thunderstorms). so what i've resolved to do is to do it like the do it on american tv. i will now become a professional dater. and to that end will go on as many dates with as many people as i can handle. and you, my dear reader, will get to hear about it - blow by blow! (was that a pun?)
why, you may ask, would this be interesting to you? well it doesn't have to be really. but you're here and my mission is to both entertain you and myself, while preserving my experiences for posterity, here on the life and times of the fumi.
i mean, i'm the same guy that went on three dates with one guy and decided he was to be the father of my childred - i moved in with him, bought a stationwagon, a labrador and we had 2.5 kids... all in my head of course. and when he told me we were just friends, i went on a never-ending drinking spree to drown my sorrows (or rather let them float while i poke at them with my cigarette), which culminated in me crashing my car (which would explain why i was running after a taxi yesterday). of course, the events didn't quite follow on with such precise and rapid succession as i'm letting on at the moment - but it helps with the pathos so indulge me.
so let's get on with it... and i hope you enjoy what i've got to say... i know i do ;-)
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and so after a few stops and starts with the initial entry into the blog, i've finally settled on an overarching theme for it. the blog that is, not this particular entry necessarily.
my friends have been hounding me to chronicle my exploits in the invariably treacherous dating field. having been single for most of my life, i'm what you might call a seasoned dater. i recently experienced love in what was on my part it's purest form, and since that ended i've been on a never-ending quest to reclam it - not from the same person, mind you. i'm not one to peel potatoes twice.
but yesterday, as i was walking out of my office to catch a taxi i had an epiphany. an oprah a-ha moment. i don't really want to be in a relationship. i'm quite content with being single - bar the little problem of lonely nights in an empty bed (worsened by the mandatory jozi evening thunderstorms). so what i've resolved to do is to do it like the do it on american tv. i will now become a professional dater. and to that end will go on as many dates with as many people as i can handle. and you, my dear reader, will get to hear about it - blow by blow! (was that a pun?)
why, you may ask, would this be interesting to you? well it doesn't have to be really. but you're here and my mission is to both entertain you and myself, while preserving my experiences for posterity, here on the life and times of the fumi.
i mean, i'm the same guy that went on three dates with one guy and decided he was to be the father of my childred - i moved in with him, bought a stationwagon, a labrador and we had 2.5 kids... all in my head of course. and when he told me we were just friends, i went on a never-ending drinking spree to drown my sorrows (or rather let them float while i poke at them with my cigarette), which culminated in me crashing my car (which would explain why i was running after a taxi yesterday). of course, the events didn't quite follow on with such precise and rapid succession as i'm letting on at the moment - but it helps with the pathos so indulge me.
so let's get on with it... and i hope you enjoy what i've got to say... i know i do ;-)
