-  so a nice quiet dinner at creation last night, with C, turned into a really good time up at dolce vita.  orignially, i just planned on meeting patricia up there for a glass of wine, but it was apparently pumpkin carving night at dolce vita.

the winner…

it was a fun night catching up with friends and cutting up some punkins.  i wish i would have had a little bit more time to do the dolce vita pumpkin.  might have to make a second run at that for them next week.

-  how tall do you have to be to ride your ride?  C and i started talking last night about the height of dating.  no, not the pinnacle of dating, but how tall is the range of people that you would actually consider dating.  she had said that she read somewhere that height is one of the first things that a woman looks at when it comes to eyeballing a mate.  she measures up in a low to mid five foot range.  but she says she likes guys that are five ten and above.  not the starting center heights, but tall.  yes, i fit that bill.

she elaborated that the height adds an air of security, which i can understand.  i feel for the shorter guys out there.  i remember when i was in seventh grade and my bullshit was only piled about five foot four at the time.  that left a hell of a lot of women looking down on me.  in more ways than one.

so i started to think about the range that was the most Yerg compliant for dating parameters.  that answer?  between five foot three and five foot ten.  that is a pretty large range, but here is why.  for the low end of the spectrum, i can comfortably bend down to kiss since about the top foot of this frame is neck and noggin.  nothing uncomfortable.  the top end?  at five ten, the hypothetical suitor could pull off three inch heels (which is hot) and still find herself at eye level with me.  not unreasonable. 

but it is all to each their own.  although it may appear odd, people find happiness with different heights.  the four eleven woman with the six six dude.  the five four guy with the six foot lady.  if it trips your trigger, by all means, run with it.

-  in eight and a half hours, i set foot on the plane that will zoom me north for homecoming at the Rock.  the pictures and videos that may be posted here following this weekend may be distrubing.  they will probably be funny.  that will definitely include drunk people.  and they will be many.

-  you folks enjoy your weekend.  live it like its your last.  love every second.  soak in your friends.  make new acquaintances.  kiss somebody randomly.  do that shot at the bar.  you will pay for it the next day, but the night before will be nuts.  make memories you wish you could remember.  (hmmm…)

piece out.