The Harem: Rachel (cont'd)

OK, so we went on our second date. Rachel came up here to Nashua, I took her to the butterfly conservatory, we went on a double date with Stephen & Deidre, we all went to Hampton Beach, Rachel and I made out for the first time, she stayed the night, and in the morning I took her out to breakfast at Parker's Maple Barn. After that she went home because I had to go to work that afternoon. It's not particularly pleasant to change into your work clothes and go to work because you're still on such an emotional high. It's like having a delicious double-decker banana split sundae and then eating a plate of liver and onions.

After that, we tried to see each other about once a week. It was difficult because I work full-time on a schedule that is not set from wee to week. And many times she had to go to truancy court regarding a certain case she was handling. It was tricky. Once or twice we had to take a raincheck on a certain date, but for the most part we were able to handle it.

During the time that we were dating, I took her to a letterboxing event. She brought me to the Providence Waterfires. We went camping together. I went to her church. I taught her how to play Killer Bunnies. We tried to talk at least every other night. If not, then we communicated via FaceBook. She even got me to buy a cellphone for the first time.

My co-workers noticed a change in me. Some of them commented that I was glowing. I was smiling a lot more. I was very much in love with Rachel. Everyday that went by, I fell just a little bit more. She was beautiful. She was intelligent. She had an infectious laugh. She was a Christian. To me, she was awesome.

For the first time in my life, I felt right about a relationship. It felt like there was a force that was drawing us together. I felt that God had sent her to me instead of me just picking any girl who would have me. I felt that God was blessing me with a godly woman because I had regained my passion for Him and was actively seeking Him, so He was rewarding me with a woman who could draw me closer to Him and I could help her with her walk.

None of my previous girlfriends had been Christians in the sense of being born-again. Lynette and Jen were Catholic. While I won't say that all Catholics are going to go to Hell, I believe that it is less likely for them because they are taught doctrines that are based on traditions and not on what the Bible actually says about salvation. So there was always a gap between me and those two exes due to the differences in faith.

While Abby believed in the existence of God, she had a very Eastern, New-Agey belief regarding His existence. She believed in the paranormal and spirit-healing and energies and auras and the like. We got into several heated discussions about it. And, yes, I did try to convert her to real Christianity. But at one point she told me that she didn't want me to push my religion on her.

While Abby and I were dating, she would mention how she wanted to marry me. And during periods when I was single she would say to me that she wanted to get back together. She says she's joking, but I know she's telling the truth. She would take me back in a heartbeat. And if I proposed to her, she would probably say yes.

But I can't. My faith is part of who I am. If you date me, then you date my faith as well. And Abby said she didn't want that part of me. So unless she starts going to church and becomes a born-again believer, I will not even consider actively dating her again. (We're still friends, though.)

But with Rachel, I didn't have that problem. She was a born-again Christian and very devoted to the Lord. She had attended Bible colleges for eight years, so she was well-versed in the Scriptures. We would have some lively discussions about our faith. It was nice not having to talk to a girlfriend about my faith without feeling like I had to witness to her.

When I was with my other girlfriends, there was always something pushing us apart. Even early in our relationships, I knew that they wouldn't last. I tried to ignore that feeling and tried to make it work. But I was never truly content with any of them. *Sorry, if either of you are reading this.*

With Rachel, I felt like we were being drawn together. Not only spiritually, but mentally and physically, as well. And that's why I fell in love with her.

And that's why I was crushed when she broke up with me.

I'm one of those people who have to screw up in order to learn anything. If someone tells me I have to do something, I will usually forget to do it the first time around. And then when it hits the fan and the hammer comes down on me, I remember what it was I was supposed to do in the first place and do my best not to screw up again. I've been written up so many times at work because of this. I forget to do the paperwork at night, which is a huge no-no. I get berated and written up. Now I make sure to do the paperwork everyday. It's an unfortunate learning pattern for me.

On the day before my birthday, Jen and I spent a portion of the day together to celebrate my birthday because we wouldn't see each other the next day. There was no one else with us. We went out to lunch, then went bowling, and then went to see a movie. Now, Rachel knew about Jen. She knew we were exes and that she was the one who introduced me to letterboxing. But they had never met each other.

That night Rachel called and asked what I did that day. When I told her, she got very serious and said that she had a very serious problem with that. She did not like that I spent the day with Jen and no one else, that we were alone together. She told me, in no uncertain terms, that that was a date. I went on a date with Jen. I tried to explain to her that it was not a date and that Jen and I were just friends.

She explained to me that when a man and a woman who are not related spend time together, when no other friends are present, then that is a date. It doesn't matter if they are just friends. It's a date. It doesn't matter if one of them is gay. Or if one of them is married. It is a date.

Bob and Nancy go to a coffee shop together because they both love coffee and they heard that the coffee at this particular shop is to die for. Bob is happily married and Nancy is in a lesbian relationship. They are good friends with no romantic interest whatsoever. According to Rachel, Bob and Nancy are on a date.

Rachel told me that she had explained all this to me before. How she had such strong feelings about not being alone with another man that she could not date a man who did not feel the same way. I barely remember such a conversation. I couldn't tell you when it took place, but she said she told me this early on in our relationship.

This is where my learning technique comes into play. She told me something that was so important to her. I forgot about it the first time around. I screwed up. So she broke up. Not yet, though.

The next day, my birthday, I went to a used car dealership to buy a new car. I wanted one that could get me to Rhode Island and back. I put down a deposit on a 2006 Dodge Stratus. That afternoon I spent time at Stephen's house. Rachel called me and wished me a happy birthday. She seemed cheerful.

She called me on the following day. She told me she wanted to break up. She told me that because her rule of not "dating" persons of the opposite gender was so important to her, then she could not continue seeing me because I did not agree 100% with her rule. It was a deal-breaker. I didn't feel that I had done anything wrong by going to lunch, bowling and the movies with Jen. Or with any other woman.

I never cheated on Rachel. I never kissed Jen. I never held hands with Jen. I never even had any lustful thoughts for Jen. But Rachel treated it as if I had had sexual intercourse with Jen. As if I had committed a sin that would damn my soul to Hell.

She asked me why I thought that it was okay for me to do this. I had never thought about it before. I didn't have a well-thought out answer prepared, so I told her that life's experiences, church, youth group, parents and friends taught me that there was nothing wrong with it. If I had had more time to think about it, I would have realized that the reason was that no one ever told me otherwise. No one ever said to me, "Justin, you must never spend time alone with a girl. It is a sin." How would I have ever known?

She proceeded to give me a bunch of other reasons why she was breaking up with me. She mentioned my lack of education. She had spent eight years at Bible college. I had not. She mentioned being "unequally yoked." Apparently I was not equal with her because I didn't have a biblical education. She said that when she joined ChristianMingle, she thought that everyone would have had a Christian education like hers, and that the next guy she dated would have to have studied for eight years, as well. I guess I was too stupid for her. She wanted a scholar.

Wasn't Judas a scholar?

She brought up the differences in denomination. She was Assemblies of God; I was Southern Baptist. She had dreams of one day becoming a woman pastor. Pentecostal churches are known to endorse female pastors. Southern Baptists are not.

First of all, I have no real problem with women becoming pastors or reverends or whatever. If she is called by God and if what she preaches is biblical, then who am I to say she can't do it? The two female pastors I've seen have been less than impressive, but that's beside the point.

And secondly, I really don't consider myself to be a Baptist. True, I grew up in a Baptist church and currently attend a Southern Baptist church, but I don't really hold an allegiance to any denomination. After all, God is not Baptist. He is not Pentecostal, Presbyterian, Lutheran, Methodist, Episcopalian or any other denomination you can list. God is God. He doesn't favor one denomination over the others.

I told Rachel early on in our relationship that I had no problem with switching to another church. If God led me there, I would happily go. But I guess that didn't matter to her. She couldn't date me because I was a Southern Baptist.

My favorite thing that she brought up as to why she couldn't date me was the money issue. I did not make a lot of money. As a social worker, she makes more money than me. I'm a manager in the retail business. I have hourly wages. Therefore I was not worthy of her. She had her own apartment with lots of amenities, two dogs, and a nice car. I did not make enough money for her liking.

And yet, one of her favorite hobbies was shopping at the mall. And she was almost always broke.

And I actually had more money than she did because I save my money.

While I was dating her, I never pegged her for being shallow. I should have seen it. Her need to shop. Her constantly being broke. She grew up in the Hamptons. Her family wasn't rich, but growing up in that area must have instilled in her a skewed perspective of wealth and success.

Now I know where her treasure lies.

She mentioned a few other things. But the one thing that I think she was absolutely correct on and I would agree with whole-heartedly is that she would have grown bossy, and I would have resented her for it. I did see that side of her. When we went camping and I was having trouble pitching the tent, she snapped at me. I didn't think much of it at the time. After all, we all have our buttons, and there are things we lose patience with. But I think that what I saw was just a hint of what was to come if we had stayed together. She would have become bossy and domineering, and I would have grown to resent her for it.

That was that. After ripping me to shreds and telling me how inadequate I was, she dumped me. She tried to sugar-coat it by telling me that I'm a great guy and that I'll find someone new. But that's just like putting whipped cream on a pile of doggy-poo. I could feel my temper rising, but I didn't want the phone conversation to turn into a shouting match, so I hung up. I haven't heard from her since.

On my birthday, she made the decision to break up with me. Classy. She at least had the decency to wait until the next day to do the deed, but it doesn't matter. It's just another in a long list of reasons why I hate my birthday. But that's another story.

There are some things I wish I could have done differently. I wish I had told her that she would have to come up here and break up with me in person. She owed me that. I wish I had truly realized the magnitude of the importance of her rule about being with another person of the opposite sex and her definition of "dating". I wish I had been able to detect early on her love for money. I wish I had been more assertive during our break-up conversation.

I do get it now. Stephen told me that women, in the early stages of a relationship, want a sense of exclusiveness from their man. They need to know that they are the only woman in their man's life. I get that now. I honestly did not before. It never occurred to me how important it is. You see, I didn't experience this with Jen. She knew that I would occasionally go down to see Abby as friends. She never expressed any fears of cheating on my part.

I see now that, by hanging out with Jen without the presence of other friends, Rachel took that as a betrayal of trust. I do truly regret that. I wish I had more foresight regarding such matters. And since it was a long-distance relationship, her feeling betrayal was multiplied.

I still don't agree with her definition of "dating", but in the future I will be a lot more aware, attentive and considerate to my girlfriend's needs and fears. It's all part of my learning process.

Do I miss her? Sure, I do. But I don't. On the one hand, she was the best girlfriend I had ever had and we had a lot of fun together. On the other hand, when I consider our break-up and what she prioritizes romantically, I am grateful I got out of that relationship when I did.

The Harem: Rachel

Okay, so I failed the 30-Day Blog-a-Day Challenge. I always knew I wouldn't make it, but it was kinda fun trying to come up with things to say. Plus, I work all day so finding the time to write actual entries made it even more improbable.

For those of you who actually read this crappy e-journal (both of you) and who were disappointed that I didn't keep up with the days, I am going to add another chapter to my Harem series. I know I stopped it rather abruptly. It got to be tedious and also depressing to rehash my love life, or lack thereof. But this latest entry is still fresh in my mind, and even though the memories are still painful, hopefully I can gain a little bit of closure by writing it down.

I believe I left off with Angela. However, I'm going to fast-forward a few years to spring of 2010. I'm skipping over Jen because she and I are still friends and don't want to divulge any secrets of hers. I don't want to ruin our friendship due to any personal information being revealed.

In the spring of 2010, I was feeling rather lonely. The reason is the same stuff I mentioned in a previous entry. Basically because most of my friends were in relationships and dealings with children and family stuff. And the single scene at church is virtually non-existent. I was lonely for some more Christian friendships. I wanted to be able to hang out with a friend or two on a weeknight without the other person having to cancel because of family issues. Sorry, Stephen, if you're reading this. It's not your fault. Your kids come first. I know.

So I went onto the internet to look at local churches and see if they have any singles groups. Not for the purposes of finding a date, but to find a group of friends that I could spend time with. None of the churches in the area had any. In the eighties and nineties they were all over the place. Not anymore. Not even Pilgrim Congregational. It used to have a Praise & Worship night for singles on the first Friday of every month. That group was gone, too.

There was a group down in the Burlington, MA area, but that one seemed kinda sketchy. I think there was a membership charge because it wasn't supported by a church. No thanks. I was looking for something closer to home and fee-free. Call me old-fashioned, but friendships shouldn't cost anything.

During my search I came across a link to a website called ChristianMingle, a dating service for Christians. I was hesitant due to my previous experience with eHarmony, but I decided, What the hell. So I clicked on the link and set up an account. I wasn't expecting much results from the site. I don't think much of myself romantically or visually, so I doubted any woman would want to choose me out of all the suitors already available on the site. But I still put on my best face, so to speak, answered all the questions, put in my best answers, found a suitable profile pic and waited. I also prayed about it even though I didn't have much hope for anything to come of it.

Like I said before, on-line dating is a waiting game. You throw out some lines into the waters and hope that a fish will bite. And if you get a bite, you wait to see if the fish will stay on that line. With eHarmony, the matching process is long and tedious. You have to follow a series of steps before you can begin actual communication. The process on ChristianMingle is a bit more lax. As long as you have paid the subscription fee, you are pretty much allowed to start communicating right away.

I received a bunch of potential matches. Some of them looked fantastic; women who I would have definitely liked to have gotten to know better. I sent them some "Smiles", little messages you send to a match in order to see if he/she is interested. None of them took. I also received Smiles. They were mostly from women that I had no interest in. One of the Smiles was from a women down in Louisiana who had the biggest frown I had ever seen in a profile pic.

I received a match from a woman named Rachel. Upon examination, I discovered that she was kinda cute and lived in Providence, RI. Her profile got a passing grade on everything except one. It said that she loves long conversations. I'm not a good conversationalist. I have a hard time keeping a conversation going because I tend to summarize statements into ten words or less. After that, it is pretty much over. Conversation finished. So based upon that factor in Rachel's profile, I decided to pass on her because I thought she would find that I was lacking in social skills and therefore not worth her time.

A week or two later I received a Smile from her. I will admit that I was surprised to see it. It dawned on me that I could have been mistaken about her. There was still the risk that she would find me disappointing, but I decided to take the risk and respond to her with a Smile of my own. We started a correspondence through ChristianMingle that went pretty well. I liked her personality, at least that which I saw in her messages. After a while we started corresponding through regular e-mail and then via FaceBook. I explained to her some of my hobbies such as letterboxing, and she told about her experiences as a child social worker.

About three or four weeks after our initial contact, we started talking on the phone. She had a cute voice and an adorable laugh. It was apparent right away that she made a lot more money than me. It was a little intimidating, but I was willing to look past it. It was still early in our correspondence that I was willing to wait and see where that would lead. She was also outspoken, probably a requirement for her career. Within our third or fourth phone conversation we discussed our views on sexuality, and she was pretty up front and candid about it. It really caught me off guard. I mean, I was raised in a household where you don't talk about such things. At all. And life had taught me that girls don't like to talk to guys about their sex lives. So when we had that conversation, I was thrown for a loop to hear such talk coming from a girl, especially this soon in our correspondence. She said that it was part of her training to deal with cases of child abuse, to deal with candid talk about sexuality.

Our communication was progressing nicely. I decided to take the next step and ask her out on a date. She said yes. I proposed that we meet in about a month, just so that our relationship could develop further and so that we could get to know each other better. She thought it was a splendid idea. She let me do the planning. We agreed to meet about halfway for our first date at a place called Purgatory Chasm just southeast of Worcester, MA. We would do a little bit of letterboxing and then do some bowling and then go out to dinner. About a week or two before the date we changed plans so that I would meet her at her place in Providence and then go the the Chasm for letterboxing. I was hesitant about it because that's something you shouldn't do when you meet someone for the first time after corresponding on-line. But she insisted that she was okay with it.

We went on our date. I met her at her apartment, met her two Yorkshire terriers that would not stop barking, and shared a quick lunch of cold-cuts. I gave her a letterboxing package I had put together for her, just a beginner's kit consisting of a hand-carved stamp, logbook, inkpad & markers and a small canvas bag to carry everything. We had a hard time finding some of the boxes because most of the directions were pretty vague and much of the landscape had changed due to heavy foot-traffic. But it was a nice day out and we had fun climbing over all the rocks.

After that we went to a bowling alley in Providence. It was ten-pin style, and we paid for one hour. She had warned me ahead of time that she was competitive, and, boy, did it show. She wasn't nasty about it, but I could tell that she got upset whenever she bowled badly. But she was good-natured about it. I won the first game. She won the second. We didn't get to finish the third because time ran out. She claimed that she would have won.

At some point during our time in the bowling alley, I had that moment. It's that moment in time when you look at someone and realize that he or she is absolutely gorgeous and you realize that this is someone that you definitely want to have a romantic relationship with. Hollywood depicts that moment by having the person turn their head and smile in slow-motion while orchestral music rises in the background. Disney calls it "being twitter-pated".

I was sitting on the bench while Rachel was about to bowl another frame. She turned to me and smiled. Right at that moment, I was on the hook. She went from being cute to being gorgeous.

Rachel was overweight. She had warned me about it during our first phone conversation. I assured her that it wasn't an issue with me. All of my prior girlfriends had been overweight or had less than perfect bodies. What matters to me most is a woman's personality. Sure, it's be nice to date someone with the body of a Victoria's Secret model. But if she has the body of Megan Fox and the personality of Cruella De'Ville, I don't have the slightest interest. On the flip side, if she weighs over 200 pounds and has the personality of Willow Rosenberg, I may start to get flirtatious with her.

After bowling, we went to downtown Providence to a local Pizzeria Uno for dinner. We sat and talked. I had my usual Rattlesnake Pasta. She had something with spinach, I think. Blech! At some point she asked me if I wanted to keep dating and pursue a relationship with her or if I wanted to just remain as friends. Another upfront question from her, but I was a little more prepared for it. I told her that I definitely wanted to continue to see her, and I told her about the moment I had in the bowling alley.

The date ended and I drove home. All in all, I would say it was a success. That night when I logged on to FaceBook, I saw that Rachel had changed her relationship status to being "In a Relationship with Justin Shekleton." I changed mine as well. Apparently, we were a couple.

About a week later she came up to Nashua for another date. This time she stayed the night in the guest room. I took her to a butterfly conservatory down in Westford, MA. Then I took her around Nashua, showing her some of the sites. That night we went on a double-date with Stephen and Deidre. We went out to eat and then, on a whim, drove out to Hampton Beach. Rachel and I ended up making out for the first time.

All right, it's 12:30 am and I'm barely halfway through this chapter. I will have to continue the story soon. Hopefully the length of this entry makes up for the days I missed during this blog-a-day challenge.

Day 12: Holiday Tidbits

--I don't know what the greatest Christmas gift I've ever received is. Some of things I remember getting are a TurboGrafx-16 video game system, a videotape of Debbie Gibson's music videos which I played to death, and a bunch of Garfield books. My grandfather once gave me a tackle box that I still use.
--It's funny how, when TBS first started playing a 24 hour marathon of A Christmas Story, everyone thought it was a stupid idea. Now it's such a tradition of the Christmas television season that everyone would be in an uproar if they discontinued the marathon.
--The greatest killer of the Christmas spirit is Christmas music.
--My favorite Christmas album is the one from Michael W Smith. I have it playing right now. It's not just a collection of different renditions of holiday classics, but it's more of a production. Most of the songs are original and lead into the next one.
--I remember a ceramic nativity set that my mom painted. I have fond memories of that set. I don't know if we still have it. If we do, and if I am ever able to start a family, I'm claiming it.
--I can only recall one or two instances of a perfect Christmas. That occurs when there is a snowstorm is going on outside while the festivities are happening.
--I am still searching for the perfect rendition of O Holy Night. There are some nice ones out there, like the one from Josh Groban. But the closest I could find is the one performed by the children's choir in Home Alone. It would be perfect if it stuck with the traditional lyrics.
--If Judaism was the predominant religion in America, would we have eight days off from work in honor of Hannukah?
--Am I the only person who doesn't know the words to Auld Lang Syne?
--I seriously don't understand why our extended family never got together on Christmas day. We'd always celebrated with our immediate family on Christmas and got together two weeks later to exchange gifts with the rest of the family. Would it really have been that much of a hassle?
--I get irritated by people who get all up in arms over the difference between the phrases "Happy Holidays" and "Merry Christmas". You can tell that they're Christians because they see it as an attempt to take the true meaning of Christmas out of the holiday. But seriously, would Jesus Christ have gotten upset about the phrase? Would He really have condemned someone for wishing Him a Happy Holidays instead of a Merry Christmas?

Day 11: Nothingness

No blog today.

Except to say that there is no blog.

Day 10: Marion Raven

Here's another of one of my recent favorite singers, Marion Raven. She's Norwegian and was one half of a former pop girl group called M2M. She kinda reminds me of Avril Lavigne.

Day 9: These Are a Few of My Favorite Things

Okay, seriously. Why is this song considered to be a Christmas song? Julie Andrews lists a bunch of different items that make her happy. A couple of them make a reference to winter, but there is nothing that connects the song to Christmas. So why must we be subjected to another annoying song, especially when it has nothing to do with Christmas?

Anyway, here are a few of my favorite things:

Optimus Prime
Alyson Hannigan
A comfortable bed
Putting on socks that are fresh out of the dryer
Mom's macaroni & cheese
Watching Transformers in IMAX
Seeing a favorite singer in concert
A full day of skiing
Putting on sneakers after a full day of skiing
Having my car pass inspection without any work being required
Finding a really old coin
Carving a new stamp and putting it in my logbook for the first time
Randomly quoting lines from Monty Python and someone following suit
The color blue
Watership Down by Richard Adams
Owning someone in a game of Killer Bunnies
Pepe LePew cartoons
Halloween
Lying in the outfield at Holman Stadium during the 4th of July fireworks
The opening scene of X-2: X-Men United
Roast beef sandwiches from Bentley's
The country of Morocco
Collecting keychains from around the world
Stepping outside after a snowstorm, but before the snowplows have gone by

Day 8: Christmas List 2010

There is no Christmas List for this year. I do not see a point in maintaining a list. I won't be celebrating this year. Seeing as how I will be alone on December 25 this year, I won't be putting up any decorations. I won't be buying any gifts. I'm not asking for any gifts. I am going to do the same thing that I did last year. Instead of buying gifts for people, I am going to be donating that money to charity. I ask everyone to do the same for me. Instead of buying me something, donate the money to a charity. I don't care which one. Red Cross, Breast Cancer Awareness, the local homeless shelter, the preservation of Victorian architecture. I don't care. Something you care about.

I will be donating to the Free the Slaves charity this year. I read an article about modern slavery in a recent issue of Reader's Digest. It's tragic that there are more slaves in the world today than any other period in human history.

Yes, I will be alone on Christmas. My parents have left for a trip to Sudan. Their church is supporting a church growth effort over there, and my parents have gone to provide supplies and services for the people. They will be gone until the second week of January. I am here to work and take care of the house and feed the cat in their absence.

It's not like I'll be missing anything. Sorry to any family members who read this post, but our Christmases are very boring. At 9am we gather for the only family breakfast in the entire year. at 9:30 we gather around the tree. My mother makes the same joke that I should play Santa Claus and hand out the presents. The opening of the presents goes until 10am at which point Christmas is virtually over. I usually go back to bed or surf the web. At around 3pm I remember that there's a marathon of A Christmas Story going on, so I sit down to watch that.

No decorations will be going up. The only festive thing I did was bring out some game pieces I repainted with Santa Claus outfits. That took all of two minutes.

My parents have done this before. Left for Sudan for the holidays while I stayed behind. That year was particularly hard for me. I saw no one all day on Christmas. I didn't even see Gaylin. He probably didn't want to hear me pissing and moaning about being alone on Christmas. I think I went out to the movies that day. The Phantom of the Opera, I think.

As of right now, I have received several offers of hospitality. Some from family members. Some from friends. One from one of my co-workers. A couple from people at church.

It's encouraging to think that there are people who don't want me to be alone on Christmas. But I really don't know what I'll actually do. As of December 8th, it's not that big of a deal. But I know myself enough to know that it could get worse the closer we get to the 25th. The feeling of loneliness that I'm feeling right now could deepen, causing me to spiral and become more depressed. Then on the 25th I won't want to be with anyone.

I mean, I'm getting more depressed as I write about it. Dammit. Sometimes I think I'm a glutton for sorrow. I should probably stop now before this gets any worse.

I'll close with a picture of my repainted Christmas game pieces.

Day 7: Lucy Woodward

I recently discovered the singer named Lucy Woodward. She started out doing pop songs. She never really made it big. Her second album was sort of a mix of jazz, swing and pop. Her third album recently came out and it's pretty much all jazz, blues and swing. I don't really like jazz music, despite my self-appointed nickname. But I really like her style. She's sexy without being trashy. A little more burlesque. I saw her in concert once in Cambridge, MA. I even met her and got her autograph.

Here's a video of her most recent hit. It is steamy-hawt!

Day 6: Taking Up a Collection

I like finding old coins. I think that they're neat. There is so much history that comes attached to them. Of course, I'll never know that history. But it's interesting to speculate about it.

The ones that I like are the ones that are older than I am. I am always on the look out for coins that are from 1940 and earlier. They have been used for so many different purposes and traveled to so many different locations.

It would be so neat to track a penny back through time to find out where it has been and what it was used to purchase. There is a website that tracks paper money. It's called www.wheresgeorge.com. You may sometimes see dollar bills with the message "Track This Bill" stamped onto it. I used to be a member, but I haven't logged on to the site in years.

I only collect the coins that I find in the world. In a cash register, as loose change, off the ground, etc. I never go to coin collector shows. To me, found coins are worth more than bought coins.

I will sometimes keep other coins, as well. Every once in a while, I will find a foreign coin in the registers at work. I'm not talking about Canadian currency; I see those all the time. I've found coins from Jamaica, England and Ireland to name a few. There are also some souvenir coins that have no monetary value.

My collection probably isn't worth much more than how much money is there. But it's worth it to me. When I leave this mortal coil, I would have no objection to someone putting the coins back into circulation. That's my whole fascination with the coins. Their history. And when they rejoin circulation, their history will increase.

Day 5: Cinema Sticks

This past September I organized a letterboxing event here in Nashua. The theme for the event was cinematic history. A fairly simple theme for my first event. I carved a series of stamps that showed famous scenes from different movies, as depicted by stick figures. For the event, there were a total of fifteen. Since then I have added more stamps to the series because I keep coming up with new ideas.

Try and see how many of them you can guess:

Day 4: The Saga of the DVD

This past week I bought myself a Blu-Ray player. I've been wanting to get one for a few years, but they've always been pretty expensive. For a little while, the cheapest way to get one was to get a Playstation 3 which could read Blu-Ray discs. On Black Friday of this year, I bought a new HDtv. Samsung, 32", 720p. The price was pretty cheap. And with prices this low, I finally caved in and bought myself the player.

The purchase was pretty uneventful. Unlike the time I bought my first DVD player...

I don't know what year it was, but DVDs were still relatively new. VHS was still the better seller. The prices had come down enough for the DVD players. There was one movie that I really wanted to watch on that format. It was Dark City and it was one of my absolute favorite movies. Still is. So one night I drove down to the local Target store. I didn't know much about brand names, so I bought an RCA model player after about twenty minutes of hemming and hawing about which model to get and if I really need a DVD player. I also purchased a copy of Dark City on DVD because I needed something to watch on my brand new player.

I brought it home with me and brought it into my bedroom. I opened the box and hooked it up to my tv which I had bought a couple months earlier for about $50 at WalMart. I turned it on but got nothing. I tried changing the channel on the tv to channel 3 because that's how all VCRs worked. Nothing. I tried every channel. I couldn't get anything. After translating the instruction manual into something resembling the English language, I discovered that the TV needed to have an AUX channel in order for the DVD player to work. My cheap-o TV that I got from WalMart didn't have one!

I was at an impasse. I couldn't watch movies on my new DVD player because my TV didn't have an AUX channel. I sighed and thought, Fine. I'll wait to get a new TV. My parents' TV was dying and its picture had a bright green tint. I made an offer to them; I would buy a new tv, and they would get my old one. They agreed. I decided to wait about a week to get a new TV.

Well, it never works that way with me. A few days later I had grown impatient and needed to watch something with my new DVD player. That night I drove down to south Nashua and went into Best Buy. After much deliberating I settled on a nice 18" Samsung TV. I brought it out to the car. Much to my dismay, I found out that I could not get it into my car, a 1986 Toyota Camry. No matter how much I twisted and turned the box, it would not go in. Back seat, front seat, trunk. It just was not happening.

Parked next to me was a lady with a minivan. Unbeknownst to me, she was watching my efforts and escalating frustrations. She came over and stated the obvious that I was never going to get the TV into the car. We discussed options for a little bit, and she offered to put the TV into her van and follow me home. It was risky, me letting her put my new TV in her van. She could drive off in the other direction, making me $130 stupider. But she was a good Samaritan and helped me out. She followed me home with my TV, even though it was ten minutes out of her way. I offered her some compensation but she declined.

Now my TV was home. I had to struggle to get it into my room because the box was so damn big. I tried to hook up my DVD player to the brand new TV. Imagine my ire when I discovered that I couldn't. The TV had a Mono Sound System. I needed a Stereo Sound System! The cord that connected the two devices had three prongs. The TV only had room for two. I chose the wrong TV!

Suffice it to say that I was extremely pissed off at this point. After letting loose with a stream of choice four-letter words, I was still determined to get it right. I checked the time. It was about 9:15pm. There might be time to return the TV and get a new one. But I didn't want to go through the fiasco with the too-small Camry again. Thankfully, I still had my old car. It was a 1985 Ford Mustang with a hatchback. I was sure that the TV would fit in back.

There was one problem. It was the dead of winter and I hadn't driven my old car for a while. It was parked to the side of the driveway, deeply embedded in the snowbank. And at that point, the snowbank had turned to mostly ice. I got out the shovel and started to chip away at the bank. Thankfully it was not solid ice, just snowflakes that had iced over. I was able to wiggle the car out after about fifteen to twenty minutes of shoveling, chopping and general mining. I was definitely impressed that the car started, especially after being in the freezing cold and not being driven in quite a while.

I packed up the tv and loaded it into the Mustang and drove back down to Best Buy. I got there about ten minutes before it closed. I returned the TV and went in search of a new one. At this point I knew what I needed. In order for the DVD player to work, the TV needed to have an AUX channel and a Stereo Sound System. I found a 19" Samsung TV that had those requirements, and it was $10 cheaper than the previous TV! Things seemed to be looking up for the first time.

I brought the TV home and pushed it into my room. I hooked it up to my DVD player. I changed the channel to AUX.

And I got nothing.

I couldn't explain it. I wasn't getting anything. I rechecked all my connections. Checked the plug. Nothing. Not a damn thing was happening. At that point, all the energy drained out of me. I had no more fight left. I couldn't go back to the store because everything was closed. There was no way I was going to watch Dark City. I hypothesized that the reason I could get any satisfactory results was due to compatibility. The DVD player was an RCA brand. The TV was from Samsung. I reached the final decision to just get the same brand name devices. But I was not going to go through the hassle of returning and buying a third TV. This time I would switch the DVD player.

A couple of nights later, I packed up the DVD player and loaded it into my car. Then I ventured out in the middle of a snowstorm. I drove back down to Target and returned the player. I bought a new one, a Samsung brand this time.

I brought it home, hooked it up to my Samsung TV and--Hallelujah!-- it worked! I sat back to enjoy Dark City on DVD for the first time!

Now whenever I buy a new device to watch movies and such, I make sure that the brand is Samsung. Not because I trust it over any other brand, but because I don't want to go through the hassle of dealing with any incompatibilities.

Day 3: Shocking Youth Message

Just a link today. This is a sermon I watched that really made me wake up and take a good hard look at my life. It's about an hour long, so make sure you have the time to watch it.

Day 2: Back in the Saddle

It's been several months since Rachel and I broke up. (I'm sure I will talk about her at some point.) Now's about the time to get back into the game. Plus, I've been feeling very lonely lately. I'm trying not to sound like a whiney bitch. It's tough being the only single guy in a crowd of married people. Your loneliness factor rises exponentially. Jen is the only single friend I have, but she's my ex-girlfriend, and whenever we get together all she wants to do is go letterboxing. Stephen is one of my best friends, but he's in the process of getting married and will have five kids when it's over. I always feel bad about bothering him about my life and seeing if he wants to hang out. He's got enough on his plate. I'm not complaining at all. I'm extremely happy for him and glad that he found a quality woman in Deidre. I'm honored that he asked me to be his Best Man. But couples need other couples and I'm not a couple.

Nashua Baptist is great. I get a lot out the services and the sermons. The people there are super-friendly. If they were any nicer I'd worry that they were some sort of cult. But they are very nuclear-family-oriented. And a single person is not as interesting as a family. Granted, Nashua Baptist is a small church and doesn't have a lot of resources for every possible ministry. Plus, I can count the single attendees on one hand. That's why lately I've entertained the thought of going to other churches and seeing what they have to offer.

I'm just tired of feeling so alone all the time.

Anyway, back to what this original post was going to be about. I recently joined eHarmony. I had tried on-line dating before, and that's how I met Rachel. I met her through ChristianMingle. I reactivated that account, as well, but I'm focusing mainly on eHarmony. I seem to be having more results that way.

I had tried eHarmony years ago and it ended badly. I paid for a full subscription. Well, you pay in three monthly installments. I started interacting with this girl that seemed nice. The way it happens is you fill out a long questionnaire when you first set up your account. Then they start sending you matches. If you want to start talking to them, then you have to pay. After that it's a series of steps in which you send each other questions. When all that's done, then you can finally start talking freely.

Well, I had started interacting with this girl who seemed nice, but at that point I wasn't being picky. We went through the steps and questions, but the moment she saw my photo, she closed the communication. That hurt a lot, so I stopped paying for my subscription and closed my account.

Now I'm back at eHarmony and it's going better than before. I have a better profile pic, and the matches can see it right away. I'm also a bit more mature about it now. If a match rejects me, it doesn't bother me hardly at all. What's painful is when I have to do the rejecting. There was this one girl who was awesome. She was pretty, she was intelligent, we had a lot of the same interests. But she lived in Ohio. I'm not that rich, and I can't support a long-distance relationship of that magnitude. I hated to close that match, but it had to be done. There was no way it would have even started.

There was another girl I had started communicating with via regular email. I had to break off our interaction because of distance. And she was divorced which was a strike against her. Not a deal-breaker. Just something I'd rather not deal with.

The thing about on-line dating is it's a huge waiting game. You send a message to the other person and then wait for her response which can take days. And the trouble is that you don't know that person. You don't know if the reason you haven't heard from her is because she's too busy to log on or if she isn't interested or if she found someone else or some other reason. It's tough to know at what point you should just move on. At one point last week I was talking to four different matches. Now I'm down to one; and I haven't heard from her in a few days.

I'm gonna wrap this up with a weird anecdote. Last night I was checking my account on ChristianMingle when I looked at the profile of a recent match. The girl said in her introduction that if you don't pray in tongues, then talking to her will be a waste of both your and her time. Seriously? She can't date someone who doesn't pray in tongues? I swear, some of these deal-breakers that I encounter are just bizarre!

New Challenge: Blog-a-Day

Wow! Over a year since my last entry. That sucks! But I'm going to take a shot at the blog-a-day challenge for the month of December. I saw it on Facebook. Brooke White, my favorite singer from American Idol, announced that she was taking the challenge. I thought, Why not? I've got nothing better to do.

Hopefully I can succeed in this challenge. There have been plenty of thoughts running through my mind in the past year. I hope I have enough to fill the month. I should probably write them down or make a list of ideas for journal entries. Fingers crossed!