system |ˈsistəm|
noun
1 a set of connected things or parts forming a complex whole, in particular
• a set of things working together as parts of a mechanism or an interconnecting network : the state railroad system | fluid is pushed through a system of pipes or channels.
• Physiology a set of organs in the body with a common structure or function : the digestive system.
• the human or animal body as a whole : you need to get the cholesterol out of your system.
• Computing a group of related hardware units or programs or both, esp. when dedicated to a single application.
• Geology (in chronostratigraphy) a major range of strata that corresponds to a period in time, subdivided into series.
• Astronomy a group of celestial objects connected by their mutual attractive forces, esp. moving in orbits about a center : the system of bright stars known as the Gould Belt.
• short for crystal system .
2 a set of principles or procedures according to which something is done; an organized scheme or method : a multiparty system of government | the public school system.
• orderliness; method : there was no system at all in the company.
• a method of choosing one’s procedure in gambling.
• a set of rules used in measurement or classification : the metric system.
• ( the system) the prevailing political or social order, esp. when regarded as oppressive and intransigent : don’t try bucking the system.
3 Music a set of staves in a musical score joined by a brace.
PHRASES
get something out of one’s system informal get rid of a preoccupation or anxiety : she let her get the crying out of her system.
DERIVATIVES
systemless adjective
ORIGIN early 17th cent.: from French système or late Latin systema, from Greek sustēma, from sun- ‘with’ + histanai ‘set up.’

When I agree to meet a guy (or girl) I write the location and time of said meeting in pen on my calendar. What I don’t write, mostly because I don’t give a shit about them, is the person’s name. Unfortunately, this gets me in trouble of sorts because lately I’ve been establishing contact with people via OkCupid. By the time the appointed date arrives I have no clue whom I’m to meet and unless s/he contacts me, I’ve no way of figuring out who the fuck s/he is.

That resulted in a guy being very angry with me recently. I didn’t have access to the Internet – and hence OkCupid’s site – all day so I couldn’t find out if I had a way to contact – and cancel on – my date for the night. By the time I got to his OkCupid message with his phone number and texted him it was time for our date. He was none too pleased. Oh well.  I feel bad, but I did make an effort.

The people who will actually meet me will have confirmed with me just prior to our scheduled meeting.  Last night’s guy did that.  He called (though I prefer text) and told me where and when we were to meet.  I was a little late, but that’s to be expected from me.  He bought me a few drinks.  He was cute and called me interesting.  Really, I’m pretty simple, so those two things will do it.

We walked to his car.  On the way we kissed.  He was a timid kisser.  I bit his tongue gently.  He said that was the first time someone had done that so soon.  I told him that I am not a gentle girl and that there is no way he could be too rough with me.  Which is true.  There is no way he could be too rough with me; there is definitely a way someone could be too rough with me.  [Which brought me to looking at Fetlife.  I'm ShazamSF there if y'all want to take a look.]  We have a date for him to cook for me next week.

But two times in as many weeks I’ve seen a “confirmed” date written in pen on my calendar come and go without actually meeting anyone or hearing from him.  I assume he’s just as lame/absentminded as I so he’s not angry.  I hope so.

I suppose I’ll start getting their names and numbers and confirming properly, but I admit this way I can be a bit of a flake when I’m just not in the mood to meet someone new when the time for the date actually arrives.  I think it’s true what Minax says, that San Francisco is full of a bunch of flakes, though I’ve never lived anywhere else and I do pride myself on not being a complete flake.  I certainly don’t like flakes.

I hate it when there is someone upon whom I rely who fucks with me.  If I’ve not yet met a person I’ve no expectations.  It’s the people I’ve come to know and trust who (probably unintentionally) fuck me over.  The Ex comes to mind.

I may change my ways ….

I swear.  True story.

Tags: manners, sexy?

Categories: True Story.

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