I continued the sock experiment on Saturday playing poker. Wore some from Sock It To Me. Broke even on the night. So all in all, who knows.

Oh wait, this is supposed to be about me and my interactions with females. The poker night was basically because a girl I went to college with was having her bacherlette party and thus a couple of the guys with wives who were going to that decided to have a man night. As I am still on the wagon for 2008, I was designated driver for a couple of them (which lead to one of the guys vomiting out of my car at 3 am, this is the same guy i once had to break down a door in a London sports bar to make sure he hadn't passed out in his own pile of feces, he has control problems). Also, the bacherlette was the girl i traded virginities with. The whole her getting married thing is strange to me still. I don't really talk to her much (only when other people put us in the same room).

Perhaps the more annoying aspect of it is that my old roommate, the guy who hosted everyone, tends to try and stick his nose into my dating life. He is a great guy (and pretty much every girl i know describes him as an ideal husband candidate), but can be condensending (not the word i want) at times. So he shakes his head at me for being 27 and single. Perhaps because I only disclose a bunch of half-truths to him, he is confused. I can handle that as long as he does not try to set me up with anyone. Then i may punch him. Which I can only do without repurcussions if we are playing basketball. And it is hard to get a game going. So let us hope it does not come to that.