Another weird past dating experience: She asked me what music I liked, so I named some artists.

Then she said something about she didn’t listen to anything but classical. So I said, “Ah, cool! I love a lot of classical” and then listed my favorite artists and works in that genre.

After that, she got very cold towards me and barely talked. Later on I figured out she was attempting to be superior to me in some way and wanted to hold the “classical music” thing over my head to demonstrate that. When I came back immediately in the conversation (this was in person, no phones) with a list of composers and works off the top of my head, she lost that “advantage.”

But if you’re gonna try to hold anything over me in a real-time convo, you better come with more knowledge and understanding than most people have any hope of ever attaining in 10,000 lifetimes. She had no shot. And I’m glad I failed her stupid little test.

We really went wrong by telling all women they are magical sparkle fairy princesses who are children until they are 40 while simultaneously impressing upon all men that they are despicable rapey creeps who can never do anything right, cursed eternally by their sex alone.

That is not working out well at all.

This is our new house, by the way:

It’s a little cramped inside as there’s just not mushroom in there.

It’s 9PM and it’s still 93 degrees in non-commie numbers. This is entirely too hot for the proverbial pancakes.