gwax's rumblings

I had an inter­view ear­lier today for a web devel­op­ment posi­tion and I’m pretty sure that it went poorly, but as with all fail­ures, there was more learned than with suc­cess. To that end, hav­ing spent the first five min­utes of the car drive back beat­ing myself up for screw­ing up and the remain­ing twenty-five think­ing about what I could have done bet­ter, I have a pretty good idea of some of the mis­takes I made.

My first reac­tion was to write all the things I would have liked to have said here in the hopes that the inter­view­ers might read my blog and think bet­ter of me. Realizing that was both silly and a con­tin­u­a­tion of the mis­takes I was already mak­ing, that para­graph has been replaced with this paragraph.

I fig­ure my main prob­lem was that I was too busy try­ing to fig­ure out what they wanted and how to impress my mad skil­l­zors (sic) instead of just try­ing to present me as me and hope that’s what they want. I should fig­ure out a way to get bet­ter at meet­ing new peo­ple and being myself.

So I was chat­ting with Sherv last night, as I’m oft inclined to do, and we some­how ended up on the topic of what I’m look­ing for in women. He fig­ured, “you real­ize, don’t you, that your rumi­na­tions on this point are prime blog mate­r­ial”, and I’m inclined to agree. So com­bin­ing bits and pieces I was think­ing about before, dis­cus­sion yes­ter­day and other thoughts since, here are some of my thoughts on what I’m look­ing for in a woman.

Style is a pretty impor­tant com­po­nent of what I’m look­ing for; specif­i­cally sim­i­lar­ity and com­ple­men­tar­ity to my per­sonal style. She would need to be able to pick up my non­sense and run with it, play­ing it up and adding to it as nec­es­sary. I mean, sure it’s fun to be able to make up sto­ries about things like the molasses riots of 1843 for oth­ers to lis­ten to but some­times I’d like to be able to have a dis­cus­sion about whether or not the bad­gers were jus­ti­fied in back­ing the Polish squir­rel rev­o­lu­tion of 1908. However, as much as I love my non­sense, it doesn’t always deserve to be allowed to roam free and the right girl would need to be will­ing and able to derail me when appro­pri­ate. Mind you though, by derail I mean some­thing more clever than just telling me to shut up. Also, I expect being gen­er­ally calm and com­posed would be good, though I can imag­ine a few demeanors that would go well with calm and com­posed with­out so being.

Common inter­ests are another issue of fairly big impor­tance. I don’t need some­one that can tell the dif­fer­ence between Starscream, Skywarp and Thundercracker but a girl would have to be able to enjoy Transformers: The Movie and not just be will­ing to sit through it to be with me. Liking the movie Brazil would be good too, but then again, see the pre­vi­ous para­graph. The same enjoy­ing and not sit­ting through prin­ci­ple applies to Akira Kurosawa samu­rai films, spaghetti west­erns and a few other films that I like to watch some­times. Now we come to video games, another impor­tant thing for a girl to be into; I’m not look­ing for some­one that can kick my ass in Soul Calibur, though that would be an immense turn-on, but I am look­ing for the type of girl that can enjoy play­ing games with me, enjoy play­ing games that I can enjoy sit­ting and watch­ing be played and can enjoy sit­ting and watch­ing me play games some­times. One might think that musi­cal tastes would be a really impor­tant thing for me, but given the leniency of my tastes, a girl would only really have to be will­ing to put up with my music and not lis­ten to crap; I could probaly be happy with some­one rang­ing from any­where in elec­tronic through most rock.

I guess that really only leaves phys­i­cal appear­ance. I like rea­son­ably tall girls but any more than a lit­tle taller than me and it starts to get weird; I’d say the 5’7″ to 6’1″ range would be my pre­ferred win­dow. I like long, say shoul­der length, straight hair in a range from blonde to brunette, espe­cially with a slight red to it. As far as body type, my pref­er­ence is for slen­der through semi-athletic women. Really, more than any of the other phys­i­cal char­ac­ter­is­tics, I’m really drawn to a pretty face, though I’d be really hard pressed to define what is a pretty face to me. Also, like being able to beat me in Soul Calibur, hav­ing blue eyes is not a require­ment but a huge turn-on.

So yeah, that’s pretty much what I’m look­ing for in a girl; if you’re out there girl who meets my cri­te­ria, drop me a line, we’ll prob­a­bly hit it off pretty well. Otherwise, for the rest of you, it’s my blog I’ll write what­ever I feel like.

I have decided to start using a new rat­ing sys­tem for ascrib­ing qual­ity and vic­tory to things and peo­ple, namely pants. For exam­ple, I am going to award two and a half pants to the per­son that sug­gested I watch the movie that I’m watch­ing right now. It should be noted that this is pants and not pairs of pants.

The pants I am dis­cussing here are less like real pants and more like points, in a karmic sense. To that end, they are non-transferrable, have no mon­e­tary value, are non-corporeal and are not keep in any records.