Funny Numbers

These numbers are from a research in the database of a dating service website.

• Male and female users typically reported that they are about 1 inch taller than the national average
• Men are in line with the national average on weight, women typically said they weighted about 20 punds less than the national average
• 70% women claimed "above average" looks, including 24% claiming "very good looks"; 67% men claimed "above average", including 21% "very good looks"; 1% chose "less than average"
• 4% of men and women claimed more than $200k annual income, while less than 1% of typical internet users actually earn that (here one doubt is where that 1% stat comes from)
• Men who posted a photo get 4 times more emails than the ones who didn't; for women, that ration becomes 6 to 1
• And here is the best; men who say they want a long-term relationship do much better than men looking for an occasional lover; but women looking for an occasional lover do great

Now what are your thoughts besides saying these numbers are hilarious but imaginable.

Flame Teasers

Obviously a lame topic I posted last night started a fire. It's not hard to foresee though; one topic is guaranteed to be eternal: girls.

Boys talking about girls, girls talking about girls, that is endless. Girls flattered, girls offended, boys joking, boys mocking, girls revenging, girls biting, boys wincing, boys execusing; nasty, but hot.

Travellers

• Dipper
Who would like to see the world outside, but feels quite insecure when being away from home for a short while.

• Kite
Who has a home, but can rarely stay there for long; the heart is always in somewhere far away.

• Roamer
Who is comfortable everywhere; who can pack all he has into a car or even a suitcase anytime, getting into a completely new place, and start a life.

What kind do you think you are? I would love to be the latter two; but it seems my expertise is one of the most useless ones for that purpose. Being a construction worker, or a mechanic, or a doctor would be good.

Tricks to Lure Girls

It's really not wise to leave such a nostalgic post at the top, it only shows my weekness; I'm obliged to write a new post, and another post soon only to drown that one deep into history.

This topic should be pretty provoking: what are the most effective tricks in luring girls. As surely I'm not good at these tricks, and history has proven my failure in using any of these, they only serve as a theoretical weapons of mass seduction, without any first-hand applications.

• Playing guitar
Playing guitar, as described by Auntie Sun, is very effective on music loving girls; she was once almost captured by this simple trick ---- being invited to listen and sing along, she was mesmerized ...

• Taking girls for a ride on a motocycle
This trick emerged from the book I recently read; let the open road lead two free souls to the open unknown. This should work well in places like Montana or Iowa, not in New Jersey. For the rough type, you could wear a T-shirt which says "If you can see this, the bitch fell off" on the back, which seems pretty popular in the biker circle.

Obviously I'm quite ignorant in this field, suggestions? This could be a good reference for the Var and Zhanna kind.

The Other End of the Tunnel

Saturday, March 18; Saturday evening.

This probably was my first time driving throught Holland Tunnel, or at least the first time I could remember. I was stuck in traffic for more than half an hour before entering; as soon as I was inside, the dim light, the off-white walls, even the whirling sound of the air circulation system, vaguely hinted something to me; suddenly I felt lost in the time-space. It felt like I was only minutes' drive from my parents, my home in Shanghai ---- the tunnel is so much like Da Pu Bridge Tunnel. Driving alone, without the interruption of any conversation, I was able to let my thoughts wander. I have always favored a song by Jacky Cheung (张学友), named 纽约的司机驾着北京的梦; however, it could only be a dream, as always. On the other end of the tunnel, how I wished it would be the familiar signs and roads guiding me home; instead, this tunnel was only on my way to pick my wife up at the airport, who just came from the home on the other end of the globe.

I hate to admit I've finally got a bit of homesickness after more than 3 years of no returning. There is even no reason for this hating. Maybe it's only because I'm too aware that even after so many years from home, I can still hardly call this place a home; even if I could visit *home* for several weeks, it is never the same sweet place as before; everything, whatever sweetness deeply planted in my memory, can only be memory forever.