I have a little addendum and errata section to be tacked onto my most recent blog. I have been thinking about it over the last few days, and there was one particular “wish” that struck me. I need to clarify it and another.
However, to begin (and this is where the thinking comes in) I realised that each girl with whom I have had a serious relationship have had at least one older sibling, including one who was child number 7 of 12, and the oldest girl! I don’t know if there is anything in that, and I am not saying that it is a prerequisite, it’s just a piece of trivia.
The major point I wish to clarify was my comment about a girl who has a brain. It was egregiously misogynist and laden with academic snobbery. Just because I have a list of post-nominal abbreviations the length of my – arm – doesn’t mean she has to. What I should have said is “A girl with intellect”. I really just would like somebody to argue with (and please note that I did not use the word ‘fight’) and bounce my ideas off, however half-baked.
The second point to clarify is that “a modicum of aptitude” can mean anything you want it to.
Now, if I may turn your collective attention to the newly published “Stu’s List” version 2. The benchmark is still 80%, but read it as one list.
A girl who understands that my concept of family extends beyond blood relations
A girl who satisfies my curiosity
A girl who doesn’t mind that my best friend is a chick
A girl who would be happy just to stay at home
A girl who understands that my Facebook is reserved for people who I actually know!
A girl who indulges my imagination
A girl who doesn’t mind sharing the kitchen
A girl who’s tall, but not too tall (I’m 6’1”)
A girl who leaves me alone when I want to write, read or think
A girl who understands that I do suffer mood swings
I don’t really have any desired aesthetic. Blue-eyed blonde, brown-eyed brunette, even blue-eyed brunette, they’re all the same to me. I never really go in for looks anyway. It’s a nice bonus. Bodily piercing and tattoos are OK, provided they are done with restraint.
Now comes the really important bit. Stuff that you have to know about me!
Football Teams: OK, the three that matter are Geelong, South Sydney and Leeds United.
Steak: Don’t mind it pink. Well done is overcooked.
Eggs: Sunny side up.
Coffee: Strong, black, no sugar.
Drink: Well, that depends on my mood. Beer’s OK, but if I feel like spirits…
Good mood/Starter: Vodka and a mixer. Rusty Nail.
Bad mood/Later: Whisky, and I have to stipulate here that it has to be Scotch (Red Label or better) or Irish. Again, I am not trying to sound like a snob, but the American excuse for whisky is horrendous. “Once you’ve had Mac …” You know the rest. I’ll drink bourbon at a stretch.
And if I’m in such a bad mood that I don’t want to go out, I’ve a reasonable stash of whiskies (both single malt and blend), vodkas (flavoured and not) and quite a few bottles of schnapps of my own!
Wine: White wine does strange things to me, irrespective of what it is. Red is good.
Family: I’m ambivalent about it (despite the pressure of being 25 and the only son). That said; I’m quite good with other people’s kids (probably because I get to hand them back). But the right girl would have to be at least open to the idea.
Little Black Book: Yes, I do own one. Not sure if I should tell you that, but in an effort to keep things transparent…
However, to begin (and this is where the thinking comes in) I realised that each girl with whom I have had a serious relationship have had at least one older sibling, including one who was child number 7 of 12, and the oldest girl! I don’t know if there is anything in that, and I am not saying that it is a prerequisite, it’s just a piece of trivia.
The major point I wish to clarify was my comment about a girl who has a brain. It was egregiously misogynist and laden with academic snobbery. Just because I have a list of post-nominal abbreviations the length of my – arm – doesn’t mean she has to. What I should have said is “A girl with intellect”. I really just would like somebody to argue with (and please note that I did not use the word ‘fight’) and bounce my ideas off, however half-baked.
The second point to clarify is that “a modicum of aptitude” can mean anything you want it to.
Now, if I may turn your collective attention to the newly published “Stu’s List” version 2. The benchmark is still 80%, but read it as one list.
A girl who understands that my concept of family extends beyond blood relations
A girl who satisfies my curiosity
A girl who doesn’t mind that my best friend is a chick
A girl who would be happy just to stay at home
A girl who understands that my Facebook is reserved for people who I actually know!
A girl who indulges my imagination
A girl who doesn’t mind sharing the kitchen
A girl who’s tall, but not too tall (I’m 6’1”)
A girl who leaves me alone when I want to write, read or think
A girl who understands that I do suffer mood swings
I don’t really have any desired aesthetic. Blue-eyed blonde, brown-eyed brunette, even blue-eyed brunette, they’re all the same to me. I never really go in for looks anyway. It’s a nice bonus. Bodily piercing and tattoos are OK, provided they are done with restraint.
Now comes the really important bit. Stuff that you have to know about me!
Football Teams: OK, the three that matter are Geelong, South Sydney and Leeds United.
Steak: Don’t mind it pink. Well done is overcooked.
Eggs: Sunny side up.
Coffee: Strong, black, no sugar.
Drink: Well, that depends on my mood. Beer’s OK, but if I feel like spirits…
Good mood/Starter: Vodka and a mixer. Rusty Nail.
Bad mood/Later: Whisky, and I have to stipulate here that it has to be Scotch (Red Label or better) or Irish. Again, I am not trying to sound like a snob, but the American excuse for whisky is horrendous. “Once you’ve had Mac …” You know the rest. I’ll drink bourbon at a stretch.
And if I’m in such a bad mood that I don’t want to go out, I’ve a reasonable stash of whiskies (both single malt and blend), vodkas (flavoured and not) and quite a few bottles of schnapps of my own!
Wine: White wine does strange things to me, irrespective of what it is. Red is good.
Family: I’m ambivalent about it (despite the pressure of being 25 and the only son). That said; I’m quite good with other people’s kids (probably because I get to hand them back). But the right girl would have to be at least open to the idea.
Little Black Book: Yes, I do own one. Not sure if I should tell you that, but in an effort to keep things transparent…
