Earlier today, I concerned a few people with a status message on myspace: "Greg just took another name off the list."
I called up Johanna this afternoon after leaving work (I put in about three hours of OT). I left her a voicemail, asking if she wanted to get together for beer and Longhorn football. I met her during a physics class at UT. A few months ago, I found her on facebook. We started hanging out every few weeks, just for Mexican food and conversation. She's a med student who enjoys marathoning and windsurfing.
About an hour or so later, she called me back. During the span of our 94-second conversation, she informed me that:
- she didn't have much time to talk
- she moved to Corpus for her studies
- she was in town for a string quartet performance, and
- she met someone.
I took the news about as well as I've taken news like this in the past, treating myself to a large pepperoni from Little Caesar's (as well as some bad heartburn, apparently). I figure I'll get over this in a day or so (hopefully). But I guess one fact has become crystal clear: if you're a woman with a graduate or doctoral degree (or on the way to getting one), chances are you'll shoot me down.
Labels: The Game of Love