I should warn you that posts like this are why people have labels that say general nonsense. However I think the title is sufficient warning, don’t you?

Well I think I got the origin of this idea from the dilbert blog, but I’m not sure so I’ll give him credit anyway. Anyhow, so you know that old saying about how rich people are like us that “they put their trousers on one leg at a time” Granted it was sexist before women started to wear trousers, and now its not (hooray for fashion – a cure for sexual discrimination). So if you are still with me, imagine that you invented a machine/device/gizmo/genetic modification that would allow people to put on their trousers on by using both legs at the same time. Think about it, it would be the ultimate status symbol, I mean you could charge a $100 million dollars for it and only sell it to people who are worth over a billion dollars. The exclusivity alone will make it sell like hot cakes. Granted stuffy peeps like Warren Buffet and Bill Gates wouldn’t buy it but Larry Ellison, and at least two of the Saudi Guys definitely would. I’d bet Roman would be first on the list, him or some random hedge fund guy. Think about it, the ability to separate yourself further from the rest of mankind by being able to do something that 99.998% (estimate) of mankind cannot will be irresistible to at least 10 billionaires. Two hedge fund guys, Roman, the Donald, some random Chinese business man, and at least one of the Waltons (I’m telling u one of them will bite). Think about it, if you had a billion dollars wouldn’t you be willing to throw down $100 million just so you could be completely different from everyone who isn’t worth that much.

So moving on, anyone unfortunate to be on the island today has experienced the worst rainfall this rainy season. I had to leave my office and venture out into the storm. Anyhow when I get back into the building I can’t drive in and the only way to get into the building is to walk through an ankle deep puddle. As a result everyone in my office got to see my feet (I thought I was over the whole too-pretty for a man feet thing, but I guess I am not.) Anyhow one of my co-workers determined that he would not share my fate and so decided to get one of the guards to carry him across on his back (I kid you not!) Anyhow u better believe that we gave him shit for it. Though I suppose he should be applauded for his problem solving abilities. Aiight I’m done.

A Bank blew up in Lagos on Tuesday. I waited until today before I wrote about it because I didn't want to do a diatribe on the subject. I wanted a measured reasoned depiction of my feelings on the matter. The bank was Prudent Bank; it was on Lagos Island about 4 stories high. The cause is unknown right now, survivors are taking precedence. Even that has been slowed due to the riots that occurred as citizens tried to get into the bank to steal the money. One can look at this in two ways. Nigerians are selfish bastards who only think of themselves causing innocent citizens to die. The other way is that most Nigerians are poor and they saw this as an attempt to improve their lives and the lives of their children. As with all things it falls somewhere in between. There is no excuse for what they are doing but like Chris Rock said about OJ, "He shouldn't have killed her, but I understand" Nothing can be made about the situation, its Nigeria so a lot will be made about it, it becomes political, the ineffective President will use it as an excuse to cement his control over the military as they are called in to restore order. A dangerous thing as Nigeria is susceptible to coups. We talked about it in my South African Lit class. I actually found out just before that; i read about it in the Chronicle. I talked with my mother, who lives in Lagos, a short while before and she didn't mention it; I guess it's a fact of life in Lagos that an explosion in a bank becomes blase. There's something hardening about living in a third world country but there are somethings it doesn't pay to be immune to. I love my country and I hope I will end up living there someday. It's a time of change and I hope to be a part of it.

Granted the last two sentences were kinda corny, but he was young and slightly idealistic. Laters.

Since today was one of those “look at me I’m uber-productive” days, I did not think I would have time to put something up. However, I was moved to do so thanks to something I read in today’s papers and our lunch time conversation (Hey for some reason I think preludes are necessary). Anyhow so courtesy of the Guardian today we get the story of a construction company in Anambra that cannot complete its work because the gods and goddesses of the nearby communities are not allowing the work to go on (despite the company paying the communities N500,000 to control the recalcitrant spirits). Now the State Commissioner overseeing the work believes that the fact that the firm has not employed any modern equipment to carry out the work is to blame rather than the activities of unruly deities. Though apparently hedging his bets, the guy also said that if the contractor was having troubles with the locals he should have come to the government who would have been able to help deal with the problematic community (something about “we’re local and they’re local”).

In other news a woman was arrested in Port Harcourt for allegedly making a man’s member disappear (newspaper’s choice of words not mine, though I’m a fan). Apparently women in Nigeria have the power to make such occurrences happen with just a touch (I think these women are called winches). Mentioning this story to one of my colleagues got him reminiscing about how another one of these women with wandering fingers made a fellow commuter’s member disappear. Now apparently she was found out by the crowd that had been attracted by the man’s screams and was forced to return his member. However a concern that the newly returned member may not be in working condition was raised by one of the onlookers. Nigerians the world over are known for their ingenuity and a solution was quickly arrived at. The woman hitherto identified as the cause of the disappearing member was duly deputized to make sure that the newly rediscovered member was indeed in working condition; a totally understandable solution given the dangers of other methods. To the great relief of the crowd the man pronounced that his member was in perfect working order. I would say that the crowd cheered but that would be poetic license.

Aiight I’m done.

P.S. A certain blogger that I met yesterday has accused me of having a cloak of mystery, I blame the sugar rush from all that birthday cake :)

P.P.S. There is no link to the guardian story cos their site was down when I posted this

So a couple of months ago, I went to six degrees north with my cousin and her friends. It was a typical “all roads lead to six degrees” night and a bunch of people I knew were there. Anyhow sometime that night my cousin or one of her friends (I don’t recall) calls me over to introduce to some random hot girl. The girl takes one look at me and said “He’s not hot enough” or words to that effect. That immediately turned the encounter from “he’s nodding, he’s smiling, he clearly wants to be elsewhere” to “interesting, would you like to know more.” I know you are wondering why a girl saying that I’m not hot enough would pique my interest (well if you used the word pique anyway). I don’t know… I’m weird like that. Anyway given such an opening, flirting was tres simple, especially since the whole intro thing came about cos she just broke up with her boyfriend. After the whole yanning and dancing combo, it turned out that her main complaint was that I was wearing long-sleeve as opposed to the polo tops that are the clothing version of Toyota corollas. I know I should have walked away then too, such shallowness should not be rewarded, however she was hot (u know that forgives a multitude of sins).

Anyway it turned out that she lived in outside Lagos, which basically ended any possibility of anything. Even if I lost my mind and decided to do a long distance thing… never mind wouldn’t happen. So she’s in town for a marriage related thing; wedding, engagement, introduction, one of the above, and she calls me to see if I wanted to roll out with them when they hit the town (well it goes without saying that we exchanged numbers). I couldn’t make it, and told her I’ll holla later. Anyway I talked to her the day after her thing, and it’s a good thing I did cos otherwise today’s blog topic would definitely have been finance/strike/petrol related (you can thank me later). Anyway, the babe goes on about how she wants to get married, and how she really wants to have a baby, oh and how she has told her boyfriend that he needs to shape up. Now I’m thinking, “So let me get this straight, you want to get married, you want a baby, and you have a boyfriend, why in God’s name are you talking to me?” If she wanted to get rid of me, she didn’t have to try that hard. I mean I’ve heard about playing the bf card to get rid of an unwanted toaster but mentioning all three at once…talk about killing a fly with a bazooka. That’s why the title, cos she really hit the trifecta; boyfriend, ring, baby. Even super toaster man would have been brought down by that kind of kryptonite. So to all my ladies who are afflicted by unwanted toasters, a sudden hankering after hearth and home can indeed deliver you from the scourge.


P.S. Pride makes me admit that she wasn’t trying to get rid of me but that she just wanted to vent. However the above made better copy, and I am unashamedly a crowd pleaser.

P.P.S. Today is Uzo’s birthday and so even though her latest soundbyte is some random Indian song, go say something nice about it.

So unlike all those people lazing around because of the strike, i.e. (Uzo & co), I am at work and feeling marginally productive (The NLC will never stop me, mwah). I ran into one of my fellow CD group member peeps, and the strike has slowed down our attempt to sign up more schools to meet the criteria for participation that one of our sponsors set (Thanks NLC!) Anyway while we were waiting for lunch we quieted our restless bellies with the old school favorite of epa and digestive (don't hate, you know it was the bomb). Anyway in between bouts of "dammit where's the food!" one of the guys told a story about one of his friends (I know slightly too many degrees of separation for complete veracity, but hey this is naij). Back to the story, the guy went to Sweet Sensations on Issac John in G.R.A. (the stupidity is such that I am calling them out) and ordered 30 meat pies. The person who served him (who also needs to demand a refund cos his/her OND was clearly bogus) said that they could not serve him the pastry snacks because they wouldn't be able to sell to their customers. I suppose the man who was willing to buy a lot now, was not a customer only those future would be buyers qualify. Since the guy did not have the time to educate said sad individual about the rules of business (i.e. guaranteed money now, beats uncertain money later) he walked next door to Barcelos who was very happy to take his filthy lucre. Now before you all gang up on this person who admittedly has the business savvy of a slightly slow gerbil, what would you have done in the same situation?

I really don't have any motivation to write anything. Nothing I've read has struck my fancy, and the most interesting thing that happened today is that I had to move my car into the building so NLC or Area Boys enforcing the strike wouldn't vandalize or two it. Anyway, rather than leave you, my dear readers, hanging I decided to rely on my crutch and throw something out there. Since we are around graduation season (if u are in europe at anyrate) I thought I'd share how Young Snazz came to terms with graduating. Enjoy!

I've finally become glad of the fact that school is over forever in two weeks. I've finally come to terms with the end of my senior year. The nostalgia trip is over and now I just want to get out of here. It was probably the plethora of get togethers that are celebrating the credo of "remember when" The senior night at Georges finally cured me of my earlier malady. The hawaiian frond things colour coded to denote where we were spending the next year of our lives. It was like the permission to finally broach the dreaded topic with the rest of your fellow seniors. No longer did you have to tiptoe around the topic you could declaim, exclaim, and reclaim (the last one did not fit but I threw it in anyway) the topic (or maybe it did! I guess I'm a better writer than I give myself credit for. The last was sarcastic by the way in case you weren't paying attention) But anyway the topic was fair game especially amongst those wearing the one that denoted them as New York bound. They smugly ask "What are you doing next year" the underlying question being "What could you possibly be doing that you're not doing in New York?" It's all funny to me though. I have a set of stock answers for those in these situations. For people I don't want to talk to I simply say "I don't know" and that ends the conversation there because they don't want to be infected with my lack of motivation. But for those I want to talk to I say I have a job waiting for me in Nigeria but I'll still be looking in America until then. This brings up conversations about work permits & H-1's and green cards. Basically a chance for them to get a glimpse of an expat's life. Not to worry though, regardless of my indecision or free flowing state senioritis is definitely done.

So on church on Sunday the pastor talked about the “homosexual agenda.” He said that even if homosexuality is genetic that is no excuse because pedophilia could be genetic and some forms of cancer are genetic. The argument is that society does not accept the first and does everything in its power to cure the second. This argument breaks down because neither comparison is accurate. In the first, society finds pedophilia wrong because one of the participants is below the age of consent that society has deemed appropriate, this does not apply to homosexuality which is between consenting adults. The second argument breaks down on the penalty issue. You fight to eradicate cancer, however you do not say that cancer sufferers are sinners. So if you are fighting to eradicate homosexuality, why are the “sufferers” sinners? It is not consistent to argue that the loss of one fight is a tragedy and the loss of the other fight is a sin if you are going to say that cancer is analogous to homosexuality.

In general terms, the only way you can believe in a just God and believe that homosexuality is a sin is if you argue that homosexuality is not genetic. Otherwise you are saying that God decided to create people with two types of sexual desire and then God decided that one type of desire was sinful. Thus some people are given a higher degree of difficulty than others when it comes to living “righteously”. So you tell one group of people no sex before marriage, and you tell the other group of people no sex for the rest of your life. However neither group had any control about how they were created. Remember this argument only applies if homosexuality is genetic, so any rebuttal of the above has to be on that basis.

I’m sure that some people will say that God decides what He wants because He is God. That in spite of all this homosexuality can be a sin even if it is genetic. Fair enough, however in my book that means you are holding regular human beings to a higher ethical standard than you hold God. To me that means that we clearly don’t worship the same God. Aiight I’m done.

I was thinking of floating T.I.N. (This is Naij) after the T.I.A from the blood diamond movie, however I think Lagos deserves its own appelation. So allow me to introduce T.I.L. (This is Lagos.)

Now almost everyone who blogs from Lagos has mentioned the raft of robberies that have been happening lately. From the car swiping operation on Wednesday or Thursday on Osborne last week, to the standard Ozumba hit and runs, Lagos has become a robbers’ paradise. The police have been mouthing things about patrols, but I haven’t really seen any evidence for the most part. In my opinion this is a legacy of the elections. From what I gather, a bunch of these area boys were armed by the various politicians and made to serve as security/intimidation detail. Well the elections are over, and these area boys are not getting a steady supply of money anymore. However these guys still have guns, and still have easy access to commuters on the streets of Lagos. That my friends is not a good combination. After all they still got to eat (though the professionalism of the car swipe operation on Osborne was worrying). I hope I am wrong, but things may get worse before they get better. Though on the bright side, OBJ’s parting gifts have created fuel scarcity which means that fewer people will be on the road to get jacked. The various strikes that will be starting from tomorrow should also afford the armed robbers less prey. Anyway T.I.L.

As a follow on, my CD group is trying to host a short story competition for secondary school students (laspapi has graciously agreed to be a judge). We are doing it for schools in the V.I./ Lekki axis. Anyhow we included AIS and BIS in the mix, after all who wouldn’t want their students to compete for a N100,000 prize (yep, we roll like that). AIS apparently doesn’t do external competitions (I guess they can’t risk their students being contaminated by the rest of Lagos). BIS who graciously allowed us to see a receptionist told our people that they will think about it and will call if they are interested (if they are not interested they will not call apparently). They are acting like they are doing us a favor, which is so retarded that it is unbelievable. Well these posh schools can take their multimillion naira a year students and shove… anyway I just don’t understand them. Anyway clearly another case of T.I.L.

Laters.

I have tons of work today and so I cannot take the time to think of something to blog about. In order to not leave my dear readers (all 3 of you) hanging, I decided to put up my first Young Snazz post. Funnily enough it is on procrastination.

...I had no class and as a result laziness was going to set in. That is one of the facts of life. Macbeth needed a spure for his ambition and college kids need a spur for life. There is no way that these normal intelligent individuals will ever achieve anything if not for the "all mighty deadline." The stormers in soviet factories would have been impressed by the level of last minute work that was put in. There are those that say that the quality of work suffers due to this lack of industry. Yeah, and there are those that say that Africa is a country. The human brain is an adaptable thing, and thus if it is required time and again to produce work at the eleventh hour, the creative juices will begin to flow when most needed. The problem with this is the negative feedback loop of procrastination. Assignment is given, starts to stir creative juices, deadline looms, secretion of creative juices at highest point. Deadline passed, creative juice stimulation terminated (usually with aid of alcohol). As a result, there is no real need to try to do work in opposition to the cycle because the lack of creative juices will result in shoddy work. There are those eager beavers (heathens all) that suggest that writing as the creative juices increase will lead to great revision when the juices peak. These are the same people that believe that globalization is fair to all. I would go and kill these fools but they would die anyway and I believe I can wait.

Aiight it's back to work for me... Laters

Spinning is the frowned upon process whereby investors with privileged access can buy stock in a company just prior to its offering to the general public via an IPO. These investors basically make large amounts of money risk free. Let's see if I give you an example.

Aiight so I was on Nilla’s a little while back and she was being skeptical about the privatization of Government assets that happened towards the tail end of OBJ’s reign. Since I tend to be one of those “all capitalism all the time” peeps, I went on a “government should not be involved in business” rant, though that time I managed to leave out storming Russian factory workers, and soft budget constraints.

Anyway, Two of the more controversial items sold were the Port Harcourt & Kaduna Refineries. The names Transcorp, Otedola, and Dangote pop up when ownership of these moribund institutions are discussed. Like most people with opinions about this, I figured that the cronyism aspect of this deal (all OBJs friends) will be evened out by the fact that to make tons of money out of the deal, they would have to put in a substantial amount of mullah to make it work. For those of you who live in Naij think Obajana cement (for the rest of you; nod and smile).

Ndidi of the NSE was in London recently and she said that 18 firms had applied to come to the market. Would you be surprised to learn that both the Port Harcourt and Kaduna refineries are on the list?

This little tidbit turns the whole deal into spinning (though the severity could name it fraud - EFCC where u at?). These guys buy these refineries and in about a year or so they are going to sell a percentage of said company to the general public. However, I seriously doubt it would be at the same price they bought it. I’m expecting a significant multiple for the IPO, something like what Transcorp did. I love that deal btw: initial entrants bought N1 shares at N1, suckers general public bought 50k shares at around N8 – about 16 times more expensive (though maybe peeps aren’t as stupid as these guys thought because rumor is that the IPO was only 30% subscribed)

Anyway back to the refinery story. I’m sorry what significant upgrades will be done in the year or two that it takes to bring this to market? So what will happen is that these guys will use the money they raise from the general public to turn the company around, and the general public will pay a handsome premium for the pleasure of coming in through the IPO. Why the middle man? Why didn’t they (the government) just sell it to the public now instead of allowing these guys to sell it two years from now? What did OBJs friends do to deserve this windfall? (Nope don’t answer that).

To be honest, I may be more offended by the fact that these guys think we’re too stupid to notice their machinations than by their making money solely because they toadied up to ex-Baba. The BPE should revoke their ownership for extreme arrogance alone, but then again this is Naij. At least you have two more bumper IPOs to start saving for.

P.S. I finally submitted my 5 articles to laspapi on the Nigerian Bloggers Book (well to nigerianbloggers@yahoo.com), and so those of you procrastinators who were following my old example should now follow my new one. You must to submit o!

P.P.S. In order to aid this process, and encourage you procrastinators who are having picking issues, if you send a request to snazzy.rites@gmail.com I will be glad to help make your selections. You could also click the “now you can yell in private” link. Though I reserve the right not to do so if I think your blog is crap. Laters.

Most 100th posts and yearly anniversaries that I've read recount the highs and the lows of the blogger and blog in question. They also tend to talk about the lessons learned in addition to having a sense of renewed commitment to blogging. Well this is my 100th post, and that is not happenening. There will be no navel gazing today, cos I've decided to use this post to introduce a recurring guest on this blog. He will be here on those days I have nothing to say.( Since it took me 7 months to reach a 100 posts, he might be appearing quite a bit).

Granted he's a bit opinionated, and suffers from the belief that he is funny/witty/charming. Apparently he also believes he grows on you (feel free to add the obligatory, "I wouldn't want anything like that growing on me"). Anyhow, He's a second semester senior at a university in America (he would add elite, but forgive him, he's also kinda pretentious). Actually you may have met him before on this blog. Since he is blatantly a juvie and is on my blog, he shall go by the name of Young Snazz (though I suppose the name could also be because it was me four years ago). Anyway here are his thoughts on retrospectives that look back on one's own writing.

Before I wrote this entry I looked over what I had written for the semester to try and come to a conclusion about my thoughts in general; I am the most egotistical individual included in creation. I write my thoughts down addressing them to someone else. Look I'm doing it right now. I write with the expectation that other people would be willing to read my regurgitation and muddled mumblings. No wait, not "would be willing" but actually want to. It is probable the biggest farce in creation because I think I'm so deep but I'm probably shallow a'la really big blind spot. The only saving grace is that what I write is not boring or cringe worthy so at least I have escaped the self absorption thing with the possible exception of this last entry...

Granted it may be slightly retarded to have yourself four years ago as a guest on your blog, but it's my 100th post so be nice. Laters.

So today I got directed to www.globacom.blogspot.com, a site with one post that was put up almost two years ago. Taking advantage of my ability to speed read, I went through the ninety odd comments. There are three things I picked up from the majority of the comments; Nigerians are racist, homophobic and clueless when it comes to the right attitude towards being employed.

One of the things that struck me when I got back was the whole "you are so lucky to get X job so stop complaining" comment set. It basically boils down to the argument that goes "there are so many people dying to get this job and so you should be grateful we are hiring you."

The problem with thinking like that is that your employer can basically do whatever he wants to do to you. After all you were lucky to get the job and didn’t really deserve it anyway.

In Sports it’s called the “we’re just happy to be here” complex. It’s when an underdog reaches the final of the main event, and you can almost tell that they’re going to lose cos they feel that they have already achieved their goals. Think Liverpool in the first half of the champions league final of 2005

When I interview for a job, I don’t think I’m there because I’m lucky. I’m there because I earned it. It’s not that you are being cocky, it’s a fact. If they did not think you could do the job they needed why would they want to hire you? They are paying you for a service, not doing you a favor. It’s an exchange, it’s not bloody charity! The fact that you expect to be paid properly is not a crime. In the comments people were actually abusing people for complaining that they were not being paid according to the contracts they signed. In what world is that defensible!

It’s weird to me cos I’m used to people who think like this: these idiots are lucky that I’m considering working for their arses, if they know what’s good for them they better treat me right otherwise I’m outie. I’m not saying that everyone should be a dick, but it is paramount that you know what you deserve, and that you are willing to fight to get it. Otherwise you are basically subsidizing your employer, and where is the fun in that?

However when you come with that attititude, you berra give your employer what he is expecting; a fully commited employee that will go to the mattresses with him. Otherwise he is within his rights to fire your under-achieving ass, and I would defend his right to do so. That's the other thing that pisses me off; that nigerians are basically Frenchified in their attitude to firings. However that is a post for another day. Laters.

Most people who studied economics know the name Greg Mankiw. Well he has a blog, and for some reason it's on my reader. Anyway he had this link to a website that measures your political compass. It's called www.politicalcompass.org It asks u a list of questions and based on your answers to a series of questions you are placed on graph that measures your economic and social views. As I expected, I'm center left. Or in the context of the thing a little libertarian and a little leftist. It makes sense for me, cos I am socially liberal in that I respect people's right to be whatever they choose, but you wouldn't find me at a gay pride parade. I'm a little leftist when it comes to economics because I don't believe that corporations maximising profit will always lead to a socially acceptable outcome. In non-econ speak, I believe that there are certain (very few) things that free markets can't handle and that government regulations can act to fix those failures. I also believe that protectionism is stupid, and that government's job is to create an enabling environment only. This means that I am too liberal for the conservatives, and too conservative for the liberals. Thus no political party for me. Do you have one? Take the test, find out, and if u want to let me know. Laters.

For some reason I still have a journal that I kept during the second semester of my senior year at university. It was a requirement of the advanced writing class that was one of the highlights of the semester (the bowling class was pretty good too). Anyway flicking through it, I have come to the conclusion that I was a better writer then. It's not funny so stop laughing. I am consoling myself with the fact that I was at the tail end of an english degree and I was writing every day. I know you getter better with practice, but I didn't know that you can actually get worse once u've gotten better. I've tried to think about which entry I could put up to show this writing that was allegedly better than my current stuff. I really couldn't decide. I started to put three different things up but none of them fit. However I decided to put up what I then thought was the explanation for my writing style.

...I'm sorry, I've been socialized to think clutter in writing is good and it's an American influence for me. I've always had the tendency to be long winded but in the British education system in England and Nigeria brevity and simplicity was prized so I thought to strangle those impulses. In America, with its wordy ways, these desires have slipped free of the noose and are running free. The defense force is almost always drunk and so they are unable to implement anything that has a modicum of stopping power. There is no telling where this trend would end. My problem is that I find pleasure in vagueness. I think it's clever. I just love the phrase "eliminate with extreme prejudice" and I'm not (or at least not really) ashamed of that fact. Being wordy is a bad thing especially when trying to communicate complex ideas. The reader tends to believe you are trying to pull a fast one (again Orwell I apologize) and thus tends to distrust you. This fact was brought home to me in my last paper grade. But no worries, it was just a reverse breakthrough in academic endeavour.

Maybe it is all in my head, and i'm still just as crap (Note: this is the false modesty part of the evening), however I still think I was a better writer then. (Note: this is the point where u tell me that it isn't true). See what I meant about clutter in writing? Aiight I'm done.

P.S. The Orwell thing makes sense only in the context of the earlier part of the entry & that only makes sense if u are familiar with an essay he wrote about the Spanish War.

P.P.S. Did I mention that in addition to being a better writer I was also more pretentious.

So about a week ago I was at Bungalow’s (this time to collect takeout) and I was talking to a bunch of the regulars that I had met in the course of making bungalow’s my local (kinda like Cheers but not). Anyway so a guy walked in with a hot girl, and then the conversation turned to the maximum allowable time to look (and of course the type of look). Everyone talked about the fact that they get offended when a guy is looking too long, not to talk of leering. Giving in to the urge to be contrarian (okay fine… be an arse) I mentioned the fact that I honestly wouldn’t care how long or in what manner someone was looking at my woman (very misogynistic huh). I was told that it was because I had never been invested enough in a woman and that once I would indeed experience jealousy. It’s possible, but I don’t know if I buy it. I mean I have never been the guy that subscribes to the school of thought that says jealousy shows you care. I think that jealousy is driven by a sense of ownership. Maybe it is that I have never been invested in a person to feel ownership of that person, but then again I’m not the kind of person who tends to think of people as things that can be owned. Another option is that I actually maybe jealous and not even know it. For example if I’m with my babe at a party it’s likely that if someone asks me where she is at any point I could probably tell them even if I spent the night totally separate from her. I just don’t get the emotional “this guy better take his time” reaction or the worse “what does this babe think she is doing” reaction when a guy is staring at my babe, or my babe is dancing, nay grinding, with a guy. It’s not that I would think that my babe doesn’t have options and so there is no point in getting jealous, but that I would think that getting jealous does not change the fact that my babe can have options so what is the point of getting jealous. So I come to the conclusion that any babe who relies on male jealousy to let them know that A) I care or B) they’ve crossed the line probably isn’t for me. I don’t know about y’all but I have this thing where I try not to make moves on head cases. Laters.