Tonight is a night to remember. I drew a Grandmaster in a game of chess.
OK, so it wasn’t under tournament conditions. In fact, it was a simul with about 20 games. Even so, the mere concept of drawing someone rated 1000 900 points higher is staggering, and I will be on Cloud 9 for a little while.
Game post tomorrow (probably).
[EDIT: Will provide more info and respond to comments when posting the game tonight]
Sandra Avila Beltrán has proven that slowly but surely, women are breaking the glass ceiling. You see, Ms. Beltrán is a so-called “queenpin”, heading up development of drug smuggling routes from Mexico to the U.S. This job has traditionally been dominated by males.
The whole concept of a female Mexican drug lord conjures all sorts of images of a potentially hot female, and she does not fail in this respect. Although now that she’s actually been captured, it kinda takes away a little of the mystique. (Yeah, I know she’s 46; that doesn’t make automatically her unattractive.)
Dear Mascot,
I feel bad for you, being such an inept flirt (I won’t embarrass you by sharing your experience from last night). I’m going to teach you how to get a girl’s number. First, let’s take a look at your methods:
1. Going heavy on the Don Juan wanna-be moves.
2. Posting nude pics of yourself.
3. Trying to win so-called “masculinity contests” against females.
First, you don’t have the body to impress anyone (heck, I don’t have the body to impress anyone and it’s better than yours). Second, if you have a hard time proving you’re more masculine than females, you’ve pretty much lost the battle already.
Let’s compare that with what I did on a flight a couple weeks back:
1. Offered use of headset to hear the in-flight entertainment (we ended up using one earpiece each—tres romantique, although that was not the intention).
2. Showed an interest in her life and hobbies.
3. Respectfully (and nervously) asked about potential future meetings.
Strangely, I asked for her number despite being unsure of pursuing it. Maybe it was just to prove to myself that I’ll have the stones to do it again in the future.
[The Mascot responds: I hate you, and I think you're a liar.]
