If you're not, let me give you a little perspective into how the male mind works, through a situation in which I found myself about an hour and a half ago.
I'm in Chicago, visiting frequent site-commentor (and birthday-celebrator) ECB — I'm leaving tomorrow to head on to Milwaukee and points far, far westward shortly thereafter. I don't have a key for her place, so I've had to arrive back at the apartment after she gets back from wherever she is (today it was school) so I can be let in. As such, I spent an hour or so at a pub a short walk from her place, which served up delicious $3 pints of Rolling Rock, killing time whilst reading another excellent book by Bill Bryson, who is as prolific as he is talented.
There were three other guys in the bar; middle-aged, talking about sports and work and such, and a bartender who they all seemed to know quite well. I was just minding my own business, reading and sipping, when in walked this stunningly gorgeous late-twentysomething woman (who seemed to be a regular at the place as well, as she knew all the guys and the bartender as well).
As soon as I saw her, my brain did an immediate 180-degree turn. Suddenly, I was no longer just a dude, sitting at a bar and reading a book — I couldn't focus on anything but this woman. This makes no sense, for several reasons:
- I'm leaving town tomorrow morning.
- I overheard her say she's going out with some guy tonight.
- I can absolutely, in no way, ever get to know her better.
- And so on.
I pride myself on being a pretty logical person — I did a degree in physics, I've carefully thought-through my agnosticism, I'm a fan of the greatest sport and team that God has ever given mankind — but all that goes out the window pretty quickly when a set-o'-legs walks through that door. It makes no sense, but it happens.
Does it ever.