In education, you'll hear a lot of talk about "authentic assessments" or "authentic projects". The idea is that it doesn't make sense to teach in a vacuum - like multiplication drills. You want to teach with context, something that is meaningful (hence, authentic). I've found that I learn best when I am using the information I'm learning in some meaningful way (e.g learning about programming by trying to write a program that will be useful to me). Then, when you test something, you don't want to just test 2x2=?, you want to text if the student can apply that concept in a real-world situation ("authentic assessment"), so you might set up a problem that requires the student demonstrate an understanding of the concept of multiplication.
Anyway, I'm bringing this up because I don't think dating is very authentic, at least not in the beginning. It's like a fishbowl. You set up as carefully as possible the activity, and throughout the activity, you are not at ease because you're trying hard to make a good impression. (I know some of you are going to be like, "Just be yourself!", but that's easier said than done, when you don't know someone and you don't want them to take one of your idiosyncrasies and paint you as weird) You don't want to scare someone off before you've had a chance to get to know each other.
The best friendships I have now have been cultivated slowly, over many years, through authentic activities - no pretenses. Through Monday-Friday night cards, through after school activities, sports, student groups, living in the same hall, just hanging out. Some have taken years before I would consider them an "A-friend" as Eddy puts it.
So even though you're supposed to "just be yourself", dating can only be but a game in the beginning. Don't you think?
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Saturday, August 28, 2004
Yoga
I tried yoga (vinyasa) for the first time today. Having done various martial arts before, I thought this would be no sweat. I mean, how hard could it be? It's just some stationary poses, done very slowly.
But man. It's hard. I almost didn't last the whole 75 minutes and I certainly didn't do everything properly. And the other day, I did this class called "ultimate conditioning". It's pretty grueling. But the thing is, there are these people, about 10-15, who do a 45 minute spinning class by the same instructor just prior! I could barely survive the one class, I don't know how people survive both.
Watching Olympic track also is amazing. Tonight they showed the men's 800 meters. They ran each lap in 52 seconds or less. I remember running the 400 meters in middle school, and I felt like I was running at an all out sprint the whole way, and barely made it. My time? 66 seconds. I just can't imagine running as fast as these guys and not being completely winded at the end.
Anyway, back to my diet and exercise.
But man. It's hard. I almost didn't last the whole 75 minutes and I certainly didn't do everything properly. And the other day, I did this class called "ultimate conditioning". It's pretty grueling. But the thing is, there are these people, about 10-15, who do a 45 minute spinning class by the same instructor just prior! I could barely survive the one class, I don't know how people survive both.
Watching Olympic track also is amazing. Tonight they showed the men's 800 meters. They ran each lap in 52 seconds or less. I remember running the 400 meters in middle school, and I felt like I was running at an all out sprint the whole way, and barely made it. My time? 66 seconds. I just can't imagine running as fast as these guys and not being completely winded at the end.
Anyway, back to my diet and exercise.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
I bit the bullet
First, thanks for everyone's advice. I decided to bite the bullet and call. Part of me was hoping she wouldn't pick up so I could just leave a message, or not leave one at all and just wait for her to call back.
Anyway, she picked up.
I apologized for not calling earlier, told her that I finished up my summer job (that she knew all about) recently, and was busy with starting a new one. Asked her how she was, and then made small talk, and told her how I was studying for the LSATs and applying to schools this fall.
I ended it by saying that I just wanted to call and see how things were, and then I said I had to go.
Not optimal, I know - because I didn't definitively say one way or another what I was thinking, but I think the call gave her an idea of where things stand.
How did I do?
Anyway, she picked up.
I apologized for not calling earlier, told her that I finished up my summer job (that she knew all about) recently, and was busy with starting a new one. Asked her how she was, and then made small talk, and told her how I was studying for the LSATs and applying to schools this fall.
I ended it by saying that I just wanted to call and see how things were, and then I said I had to go.
Not optimal, I know - because I didn't definitively say one way or another what I was thinking, but I think the call gave her an idea of where things stand.
How did I do?
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Online dating update, and advice?
Ok. So for some background, you can refer to my Sunday, July 11th post titled "First Date".
Well, this is what has happened since our first date.
She told me during our date that she was heading down to South Carolina for a road trip with her sister, and that it would be a weeklong trip. 'Ok by me,' I thought. This would give me a chance to just relax without having to think about what to do next.
She calls me and leaves a message the following week, after her trip. She says, 'Just got back, wanted to see what you're up to.' or something similar. That was like last week of July.
I haven't called her back.
Why? Like I said in my previous post, I just didn't feel any chemistry. No connection, really. I know it was just a first date, but there wasn't anything to intrigue me enough to want to go on a second date. Now, I'm sure that if we had to spend time together in some other capacity (say, at work, or through an activity, but not in the context of dating), I would get to know her, and then she and I may have become friends, and I would enjoy hanging out with her.
In this case, I'm not sure, and it's hard to put forth effort to try and get to know someone you're not all that interested in. And to be very honest, it's not just her personality (although the online dating service claims to match people on their personalities, interests, and values) - I also don't find her particularly physically attractive. She's not ugly or anything, just not my cup of tea. I guess it doesn't help that I have a very specific type of tea that I like.
If I were to call her, it would basically be to invest in something that might provide further opportunities (e.g. expanding my social circle), but I wouldn't feel good about doing it under the pretense of dating. I guess I would have to lay it all out.
I consulted a few people, and the consensus was, just don't call back. It's better than calling and saying, "You're not what I'm interested in, sorry." or "Not interested in dating, but let's be friends."
Obviously, this is still bothering me. I feel terrible about just not having called back, even if what I have to say may not be pleasant. And who knows? Maybe it's mutual. As hard as I try, and even though I keep hearing girls like guys who are jerks (at least in some way), I don't like being a jerk. I guess this is why nice guys always finish last.
Anyway, I'd love to know what everyone thinks. Is it past the point of no return? Should I call and just tell the truth? If so, how should I say it? Should I try to be friends with her? Should I just forget about it?
You can either comment, or vote on my new poll question.
Well, this is what has happened since our first date.
She told me during our date that she was heading down to South Carolina for a road trip with her sister, and that it would be a weeklong trip. 'Ok by me,' I thought. This would give me a chance to just relax without having to think about what to do next.
She calls me and leaves a message the following week, after her trip. She says, 'Just got back, wanted to see what you're up to.' or something similar. That was like last week of July.
I haven't called her back.
Why? Like I said in my previous post, I just didn't feel any chemistry. No connection, really. I know it was just a first date, but there wasn't anything to intrigue me enough to want to go on a second date. Now, I'm sure that if we had to spend time together in some other capacity (say, at work, or through an activity, but not in the context of dating), I would get to know her, and then she and I may have become friends, and I would enjoy hanging out with her.
In this case, I'm not sure, and it's hard to put forth effort to try and get to know someone you're not all that interested in. And to be very honest, it's not just her personality (although the online dating service claims to match people on their personalities, interests, and values) - I also don't find her particularly physically attractive. She's not ugly or anything, just not my cup of tea. I guess it doesn't help that I have a very specific type of tea that I like.
If I were to call her, it would basically be to invest in something that might provide further opportunities (e.g. expanding my social circle), but I wouldn't feel good about doing it under the pretense of dating. I guess I would have to lay it all out.
I consulted a few people, and the consensus was, just don't call back. It's better than calling and saying, "You're not what I'm interested in, sorry." or "Not interested in dating, but let's be friends."
Obviously, this is still bothering me. I feel terrible about just not having called back, even if what I have to say may not be pleasant. And who knows? Maybe it's mutual. As hard as I try, and even though I keep hearing girls like guys who are jerks (at least in some way), I don't like being a jerk. I guess this is why nice guys always finish last.
Anyway, I'd love to know what everyone thinks. Is it past the point of no return? Should I call and just tell the truth? If so, how should I say it? Should I try to be friends with her? Should I just forget about it?
You can either comment, or vote on my new poll question.
Sunday, August 22, 2004
A Woman I Could love
I've just recently discovered the woman that could, quite possibly, be my one, only, true love. She is perfect in many ways, but mostly because she has a special talent.
Her name is Sonya Thomas.
Not only is she cute:
But she is the world record holder for competitive lobster eating and a top competitor in many other events!
She's got a great game face too:
Another reason why she is my perfect mate:
I know for a fact she LOVES meat!
Plus, she's single.
Her name is Sonya Thomas.
Not only is she cute:
Hi, Sonya!
But she is the world record holder for competitive lobster eating and a top competitor in many other events!
She's got a great game face too:
Look at her take on the guys!
Isn't she dreamy?
The best one of all...
Model material...
Mm... she can crack my shell any day
Another reason why she is my perfect mate:
I know for a fact she LOVES meat!
Plus, she's single.
Saturday, August 21, 2004
Anglo-centric Olympiad?
Anyone else notice that even though the Olympics are being held in Athens, Greece, everything that you can see from the television broadcast is in English? Names of athletes/countries on uniforms, advertisements, placards, signs. Why isn't any of it in the native language?
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Learning the Game
A couple weeks ago, I headed down to Staten Island after I was done with institute, since Dave was heading back home and said he would give me a ride. Plus, this would be a good opportunity to see a bit of Staten Island (that's three of five boroughs now), and see this infestation he was talking about (that I really looked forward to).
Anyway, as I was waiting at the ferry stop on the island for Dave, I saw this family with several young children, aged between 4 and 12. They were playing. Remember those days? When play was simple, games were simple and had clear rules (e.g. tag - if I tag you, you're "it"). The game they were playing was running in circles around a pole and when they saw each other, they would giggle. Looked like fun to me.
Now, as we are grownups, everything is complicated. Even games are complicated (we don't play run around the pole anymore, we have to play "pilates punishment" or Texas hold-em). Life is complicated. Dating is probably the most complicated. Recently I've been trying to date more. Too bad I'm bad at this game. Everything you're supposed to do is contrary to your instinct.
If you're interested, you're not supposed to show too much interest. You have to wait before you call or email. You have to be non-chalant. If you're not interested, you can't just say so, you have to play a game of either never calling, or something else. What you do on your dates has symbolic meaning; it's not just spending time together. You can "try too hard" (ever imagine "trying too hard" in a sport or in school?).
Anyway, I'm trying to learn the game, but it's just one of the many games we must play as adults... and frankly, I get a little tired of games sometimes. Since I just started a new job, I'm playing that game too. Figuring out who you can talk to, who you can trust, who you can't, how things work, etc. And playing the schmoozing game, because you have to be sociable, or appear to be.
Oh, last thing. Looks among voters, at least, we are evenly split on the issue of big butt vs. no butt. Remember, your vote is your power!
Anyway, as I was waiting at the ferry stop on the island for Dave, I saw this family with several young children, aged between 4 and 12. They were playing. Remember those days? When play was simple, games were simple and had clear rules (e.g. tag - if I tag you, you're "it"). The game they were playing was running in circles around a pole and when they saw each other, they would giggle. Looked like fun to me.
Now, as we are grownups, everything is complicated. Even games are complicated (we don't play run around the pole anymore, we have to play "pilates punishment" or Texas hold-em). Life is complicated. Dating is probably the most complicated. Recently I've been trying to date more. Too bad I'm bad at this game. Everything you're supposed to do is contrary to your instinct.
If you're interested, you're not supposed to show too much interest. You have to wait before you call or email. You have to be non-chalant. If you're not interested, you can't just say so, you have to play a game of either never calling, or something else. What you do on your dates has symbolic meaning; it's not just spending time together. You can "try too hard" (ever imagine "trying too hard" in a sport or in school?).
Anyway, I'm trying to learn the game, but it's just one of the many games we must play as adults... and frankly, I get a little tired of games sometimes. Since I just started a new job, I'm playing that game too. Figuring out who you can talk to, who you can trust, who you can't, how things work, etc. And playing the schmoozing game, because you have to be sociable, or appear to be.
Oh, last thing. Looks among voters, at least, we are evenly split on the issue of big butt vs. no butt. Remember, your vote is your power!
Monday, August 16, 2004
Stylish workout pants for guys
Went to the gym today. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt (this will be important information later). All the girls are wearing long pants, some sort of spandex workout pants with bell bottoms. Did cardio tai box (really fun, I might add - next I want to try a yoga class or the "funk" class, where you learn a choreographed dance).
Everything was going well, we were bouncing, punching, kicking...
Then halfway through, we stopped doing the regular cardio tai box stuff, and started to do calisthenics and stretches. Ok, I can handle this. Ab stuff. Ok, crunches, regular stuff. Suddenly - we are told to face the front (which is one huge mirror) and we're supposed to take our legs and criss-cross them back and forth.
At that moment, staring at my undies peeking out of my shorts, I realized why girls wear long, spandex pants when they workout.
Previously, I thought, 'Why would girls wear all that? Doesn't it get hot?' But now, I know. And my only question is, where are such pants for men? I know spandex is available for all who can squeeze into it - but something similar designed for mens' bodies and is socially acceptable. Sigh.
Everything was going well, we were bouncing, punching, kicking...
Then halfway through, we stopped doing the regular cardio tai box stuff, and started to do calisthenics and stretches. Ok, I can handle this. Ab stuff. Ok, crunches, regular stuff. Suddenly - we are told to face the front (which is one huge mirror) and we're supposed to take our legs and criss-cross them back and forth.
At that moment, staring at my undies peeking out of my shorts, I realized why girls wear long, spandex pants when they workout.
Previously, I thought, 'Why would girls wear all that? Doesn't it get hot?' But now, I know. And my only question is, where are such pants for men? I know spandex is available for all who can squeeze into it - but something similar designed for mens' bodies and is socially acceptable. Sigh.
Sunday, August 15, 2004
What's better? Back or lack?
Paul brings up an interesting point in his comment on a previous post. Having a butt should not be a curse.
However, that begs the dichotomous question:
What's worse?
a) A butt so large that it is unwieldy and is the first and only thing people see about you
or
b) No butt whatsoever, so that when you sit, you risk breaking your pelvis
Vote your opinion on the poll to the left!
However, that begs the dichotomous question:
What's worse?
a) A butt so large that it is unwieldy and is the first and only thing people see about you
or
b) No butt whatsoever, so that when you sit, you risk breaking your pelvis
Vote your opinion on the poll to the left!
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Shopping conclusions & surreal sightings
I've decided that the only way that I can shop is to get it over with. Do it all at once. I went to the mall for the first time in a while to update my wardrobe (most of which dates from pre-millennium), partly in recognition of my new job. I can't be bothered to look for sales. I mean, of course I look at the sale rack, but for the most part, there's a reason why stuff is on sale (e.g. it's all XXXL or colors nobody wanted).
I can't do the go shopping all the time and maybe not buy anything, or buy one thing every month. It just feels like such a waste of time to spend all those hours "shopping" and not come away with anything. Terribly inefficient. So I do it all in one fell swoop. The next two years worth of shopping in three hours. Done.
Anyway, on my way back I saw several strange things. First, I saw an "Omega" restaurant. My NU/Chicago brethren may recognize the name. Coincidence?
I also saw a "Le Peep" on the way back. I didn't realize that "Le Peep" was a chain - but nevertheless, it was strange.
Last strange sighting: the Arm & Hammer logo on the side of a water tower. What significance does baking soda have in connection with a water tower?
Oh yes, two more things. New Jersey's governor resigned today, and revealed that he is gay and has had homosexual extramarital affairs.
And people in Tampa, FL are told to "flee" by officials.
How much more surreal does it get?
I can't do the go shopping all the time and maybe not buy anything, or buy one thing every month. It just feels like such a waste of time to spend all those hours "shopping" and not come away with anything. Terribly inefficient. So I do it all in one fell swoop. The next two years worth of shopping in three hours. Done.
Anyway, on my way back I saw several strange things. First, I saw an "Omega" restaurant. My NU/Chicago brethren may recognize the name. Coincidence?
I also saw a "Le Peep" on the way back. I didn't realize that "Le Peep" was a chain - but nevertheless, it was strange.
Last strange sighting: the Arm & Hammer logo on the side of a water tower. What significance does baking soda have in connection with a water tower?
Oh yes, two more things. New Jersey's governor resigned today, and revealed that he is gay and has had homosexual extramarital affairs.
And people in Tampa, FL are told to "flee" by officials.
How much more surreal does it get?
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Making the plunge
Today I accompanied my parents to the car dealership since my sister's trading in her old car for a new one. I can say without equivocation that I hate big ticket purchases like cars, stereo systems, houses, etc. because of how slimy it can get.
Everybody tries to cheat you and you try your best not to be cheated... but in the end, it feels really slimy. It's all a game, and I hate games like this. Buying computers can be similar. I wish everything worked like Saturn, or the grocery store, where prices are basically what they are.
Everybody tries to cheat you and you try your best not to be cheated... but in the end, it feels really slimy. It's all a game, and I hate games like this. Buying computers can be similar. I wish everything worked like Saturn, or the grocery store, where prices are basically what they are.
Monday, August 09, 2004
The Curse of Having "Back" & Play-by-Play Haircutting
Since I am certain that most readers of my blog are Asian (by virtue of association and the tendency for minorities to self-segregate, but that's a topic for another post), most of you have no idea what it's like to have "back". What I mean is what is described in Sir Mix-a-Lot's emotional etude "Baby Got Back". Due to a freak gene, the males in my branch of the family have really, really, large butts.
"What's wrong with that?" you say. "You can sit for long periods of time comfortably." "It attracts many species of primate." What's wrong is this: a big butt makes it very difficult to purchase pants. Sometimes the waist and butt area will be just fine, but then the legs look all wrong (even when it says "boot cut"). Other times, the legs will be just great but the crotch is too stiff.
About 10 years ago, Aeropostale had these perfect khaki pants. They fit perfectly. They accentuated (not hugged) my large derriere and then gracefully fell straight to my feet, giving the illusion of having nicely toned legs and large calves. This was before the rage of boot cut/relaxed fit/straight leg blah blah. It was flat front and had basic lines. No extra pockets, random loops or pouches. It just fit well. I've been looking for pants like that ever since, and now it's getting more urgent since these pants are literally disintegrating. I've patched them up as well as I can - but I don't know how much longer they can last. Such is the curse of the big butt.
On an aside, I hate shopping. I don't hate shopping because I hate getting new things (because I love getting new things), and I don't hate shopping because I hate spending money (although I certainly do). I hate shopping because it takes forever to find what works (think pants example above). I don't enjoy trying on 20 different pants just to find out none of them fit right, or the one that I like they don't have in my size. I also tend to do this by myself because it does take so long, and I'm certain nobody wants to go with me. That makes it extra boring (so much so, that I'm getting to point of finding a shopping buddy).
Anyway, today I went to get my hair cut and for the first time, the lady cutting my hair gave me a play-by-play. She looked a little like the mother on "Family Ties" and seemed like a sweet (but hip) grandmother. She literally told me what she was doing as she did it. "Ok, I'm just going to use a #4 to blend the top and the sides... ok, let's take a look, oh - that hair needs to go, let's get the scissors, I'm just going to take a bit off..."
It was actually quite entertaining. I think most things should be play-by-play. Imagine "play-by-play channel surfing" or "play-by-play lawn mowing". Do we have a new reality series here? I think so.
"What's wrong with that?" you say. "You can sit for long periods of time comfortably." "It attracts many species of primate." What's wrong is this: a big butt makes it very difficult to purchase pants. Sometimes the waist and butt area will be just fine, but then the legs look all wrong (even when it says "boot cut"). Other times, the legs will be just great but the crotch is too stiff.
About 10 years ago, Aeropostale had these perfect khaki pants. They fit perfectly. They accentuated (not hugged) my large derriere and then gracefully fell straight to my feet, giving the illusion of having nicely toned legs and large calves. This was before the rage of boot cut/relaxed fit/straight leg blah blah. It was flat front and had basic lines. No extra pockets, random loops or pouches. It just fit well. I've been looking for pants like that ever since, and now it's getting more urgent since these pants are literally disintegrating. I've patched them up as well as I can - but I don't know how much longer they can last. Such is the curse of the big butt.
On an aside, I hate shopping. I don't hate shopping because I hate getting new things (because I love getting new things), and I don't hate shopping because I hate spending money (although I certainly do). I hate shopping because it takes forever to find what works (think pants example above). I don't enjoy trying on 20 different pants just to find out none of them fit right, or the one that I like they don't have in my size. I also tend to do this by myself because it does take so long, and I'm certain nobody wants to go with me. That makes it extra boring (so much so, that I'm getting to point of finding a shopping buddy).
Anyway, today I went to get my hair cut and for the first time, the lady cutting my hair gave me a play-by-play. She looked a little like the mother on "Family Ties" and seemed like a sweet (but hip) grandmother. She literally told me what she was doing as she did it. "Ok, I'm just going to use a #4 to blend the top and the sides... ok, let's take a look, oh - that hair needs to go, let's get the scissors, I'm just going to take a bit off..."
It was actually quite entertaining. I think most things should be play-by-play. Imagine "play-by-play channel surfing" or "play-by-play lawn mowing". Do we have a new reality series here? I think so.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Interlude
It's always been fascinating to me that we are each living out our respective lives, but all around us there are billions of other people living out theirs, and for the most part, we are unaware of what happens to them.
I think it's equally fascinating that a single, intense experience can so radically alter one's perception of life, or alter the path that one's life may take. Then, it's mind boggling to think of what would have happened if that experience did not occur.
An example: Just this past weekend, the institute staff went out to celebrate the close of institute - corps members were off and our work was (for the most part) done. It's a last night, of sorts.
I don't know about you, but when I walk around, I subconsciously (and sometimes consciously) make mental notes of people I meet or see. One of those notes is whether I find them attractive in appearance or personality and whether I would be interested in hanging out with them. Most of the time, I just go on about my life and I don't act on any of these mental notes. (on an aside, what makes someone memorable? sometimes something strikes you about their appearance, or something they said, or the context in which you met them, or it's a person you see every day but don't know their name -but it's equally likely all these things happen and they are forgotten)
We ended up at a club called the Lansky Lounge - apparently named after a mobster but run by South Asians. I was having a good time talking, hanging out, and dancing, but there wasn't anyone there in particular that I was attracted to. However, later on in the evening (about 1-2 hours after I'd arrived), another staff member that had not been there previously arrived.
She was one of those people that just stand out - and one of those people I made a mental note about earlier, "She's kind of cute." but then you don't really act upon that note. In fact, I had very little in terms of meaningful interaction with her until this night.
I actually saw her on my way to get some water or another drink (I don't remember), and in a split second, I decided that it would be fun to dance with her. And since she kind of has a silly personality, I danced myself silly. Needless to say, I felt like there was some unspoken connection - we ended up dancing together for most of the evening and then went home in a group together via taxi, and walked arm in arm back to campus.
Four days later, I still think about her. It's strange that I "miss" her, considering that if I had not decided to dance with her that evening, things would have been completely different. Not to mention what would have happened if she didn't decide to come to the club that evening. We would never have danced, I never would have felt a connection, and she would have disappeared and I probably would have never thought about her again.
It kind of makes you think about all the lost opportunities (in all areas of life) that may pass you by each day without even realizing it.
I think it's equally fascinating that a single, intense experience can so radically alter one's perception of life, or alter the path that one's life may take. Then, it's mind boggling to think of what would have happened if that experience did not occur.
An example: Just this past weekend, the institute staff went out to celebrate the close of institute - corps members were off and our work was (for the most part) done. It's a last night, of sorts.
I don't know about you, but when I walk around, I subconsciously (and sometimes consciously) make mental notes of people I meet or see. One of those notes is whether I find them attractive in appearance or personality and whether I would be interested in hanging out with them. Most of the time, I just go on about my life and I don't act on any of these mental notes. (on an aside, what makes someone memorable? sometimes something strikes you about their appearance, or something they said, or the context in which you met them, or it's a person you see every day but don't know their name -but it's equally likely all these things happen and they are forgotten)
We ended up at a club called the Lansky Lounge - apparently named after a mobster but run by South Asians. I was having a good time talking, hanging out, and dancing, but there wasn't anyone there in particular that I was attracted to. However, later on in the evening (about 1-2 hours after I'd arrived), another staff member that had not been there previously arrived.
She was one of those people that just stand out - and one of those people I made a mental note about earlier, "She's kind of cute." but then you don't really act upon that note. In fact, I had very little in terms of meaningful interaction with her until this night.
I actually saw her on my way to get some water or another drink (I don't remember), and in a split second, I decided that it would be fun to dance with her. And since she kind of has a silly personality, I danced myself silly. Needless to say, I felt like there was some unspoken connection - we ended up dancing together for most of the evening and then went home in a group together via taxi, and walked arm in arm back to campus.
Four days later, I still think about her. It's strange that I "miss" her, considering that if I had not decided to dance with her that evening, things would have been completely different. Not to mention what would have happened if she didn't decide to come to the club that evening. We would never have danced, I never would have felt a connection, and she would have disappeared and I probably would have never thought about her again.
It kind of makes you think about all the lost opportunities (in all areas of life) that may pass you by each day without even realizing it.
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