ConfusingJazz said:
I am having second thoughts about the authenticity of this story though, as philosophy majors do not have jobs
ROOFLES.
This (topic of thread) has been a problem with me as well. I am not looking for women at all right now and because of this I put on this standoffish, sarcastic attitude with any girls around me. On top of the sarcasm I'll also say some brutally honest things to them (things that are typically not kosher in a social setting) to imply that I don't really care about their feelings. Guess what? I don't think I've turned off any girl I've tried that with. The paradox is that I refuse to gush over a girl because I'm trying to avoid getting involved with anyone right now. (Do "they" possibly sense this is a challenge.. can they smell such things???)
Another complication is that the place I work at (university biology labs building) is chock full of women (although the majority of them are taken - married or engaged).
On the upside, I'm beginning to understand this strange power I possess.
An additional note, my advisor has a couple of rotators passing through our lab right now. Both are female, but only one is "available", and the available one is the one that my advisor would like to win over (she has her own funding). I think my advisor is actually USING me to help woo her to our lab... and not just in the sophisticated, "look at the intellectual powerhouse here that you can rub shoulders with" but more like "hey, this is a good guy you might be interested in... he's here everyday... and oh yeah, he does science, blah, blah, blah." I think she's pimping me. I realized her plan the other day when I found myself spiraling into the cocky but funny cycle of death with her. She knew this would happen. I feel dirty.