Moving at the speed of sound.

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Uhrm, in a vacuum.

I am still not being able to sleep until late, then waking late. Sleeping twelve hours has become the norm. The alarm clock does wake me, I do get up to fiddle with it, sometimes promptly though just as often a half hour into it's call. Though I can't get past just shutting it off or resetting it. Snooze is useless. I simply cannot seem to force the issue. I keep trying though. As for work, that... Work, if not quite at a standstill has slowed a great deal. One good day of work this week, so far. I am hoping to get more work done today, I just don't have the sense that it will be a large amount of work. I might, however, get my bedroom cleared. With most of the laundry handled and bits and pieces here and there done, I have the furniture and one corner of... stuff... to deal with. It isn't even that bad of a corner. It is the decision making regarding what is in the corner... this goes here, that there, these go together in this place, and so on. I do have a chance to have it done today.

If I recall correctly, renting a steam-cleaner is $35-$50 a day, a little less for half-day rentals, plus gas for getting it and returning it.  And, being that I will need it two times, if just half days, and just for this time, I am expecting at least $60 in rental fees.  I noticed, while shopping, that a smaller steam-cleaner with a good name (for whatever that means these days sometimes), for $80.  With only a small total area of carpeting, the size would be right.  Considering rental prices, hassle, and travel... owning might be best.  As well, not having to rush things, or have two rooms completely empty at a time, or having to do this and that all at once, buying seems... better.  If I can get a good tool at the right price.  I'm... thinking on it.

While I was out yesterday I had a wonderful set of experiences with women. Why some days are so darned good I can't say.  Though I must admit I very rarely have a bad day with women, if one or two women might be on a man-hater binge, most days my encounters with women are quite... pleasant. Young to old, I was being flirted with outrageously. Who is to say what was just kindness, what was interest, and what was something else?  I admit women are notoriously difficult to fathom in a brief encounter. Though, toward the end of the my time in town a younger woman seemed to be flirting.  Though, with younger women, one... can't initially always be sure if she is just being innocently young and sweet, exhibiting ignorantly the signs of flirtation, or if she is truly being flirtatious. But... there are ways to tell with any woman, mostly. Little things, cues back to her, her responses, and such. I can't even tell you what they are, only that... I have ways and means. Since I had, in this case, the means and opportunity, I tested. To my mind she definitely was willfully flirting. When she realized how far out I had led her though, she blushed and... got a bit frazzled.  Not angry, just... something. Oh, and she was beautiful my friends. A early 20-something woman any man interested in marriage or sex would seek. I don't mean cute, I mean pretty, and younger than the woman in that picture.

Anyway, I just feel better after such days.  The trick is to find such a one, age somewhat irrelevant (with legal restrictions and fertility accounted for, mind you), though maturity a serious concern, know she is single, and get past the flirting stage.  Oh, no, she doesn't have to be that beautiful.  A good woman is what I seek, as much as beauty, though there has to be... enough for a strong spark.  I wouldn't bother approaching a woman who would not fit that.  It is just that... a direct random approach is nearly surely going to lead to failure.  While the old notion of knocking on twenty doors to make a sale is an approach, that approach is only really suited to finding a lover, and more for those who are weak with the force.  Ha.  I'm done with lovers, as such.  However, one old truth remains.  While women are free to reject, they are not free to approach.  That is, and will always remain, a man's job.  I have never seen that work otherwise, save when the man is very weak and the woman is very strong, in an upside-down relationship.  But those can get pretty ugly and aren't my way.  I called those one-night stands.  Pump, dump, for good or ill I just don't work that way.

I saw a video that had game written all over it.  A woman is singing it, too.  I'm not sure if she gets it, though my guess would be she does.  The thing I noted, from what she was saying?  This is the kind of woman I would romance, for a while, perhaps, in the past.  But as soon as certain conditions were met or she started getting too... something...  I would flee to the hills for my life.  These girls are dangerous.  They eventually come to think you are as into them as they are into you.  Even now I would be careful with a women who exhibited such signs.  Wearing my shirt, fine.  Using my wash water, cool.  Using safety pins to wear my (clean) underwear, sort of, so long as she doesn't try to go Lilith on me.  Sharing my toothbrush?  Not so much.  Anything beyond that, absolutely not.  Flee!

As for good girls wanting bad boys? No such thing in either front. Peeps are pretty neutral. When a girl is too timid to do "bad things" she hires it out. She develops the behavior in her man, consciously or otherwise. He gets rewards for doing the things she wants to do but is afraid to do by her reactions to them. Been there, done that. Fun for a while but not a good long term thing. Bad boys often end up dead or seriously hurt from doing more than they can handle being a "bad boy", at which time she will move on to the next "nasty boy"... or... coddle him in his deteriorated health cage.

This one is game too. Sort of what you do when you meet and get into Lil' Miss Goody-two-shoes above and she starts to use your toothbrush.

Have a great day.