Oh, friendship tip… we meet again.
Tuesday November 21st 2006, 12:17 am
Filed under: Adventures with Dave,City Life,Deep thoughts

“You take yourself out of the game, you start talking about puppy dogs and ice cream and of course it’s going to end up on the friendship tip.” -Trent from the movie Swingers

Healthy dating and the Christian male aren’t exactly two things that have had a close relationship in recent history, especially with the prevalence of literature peddled in Christian bookstores assuring us all that God has created one perfect mate for us who we will meet when we have achieved perfect readiness to be in a long-term relationship. Most likely, this mate will be attractive enough for us to immediately know we want to spend the rest of our lives together and will somehow fit perfectly into our lives like the missing piece in that old windmill puzzle in your grandmother’s basement.

Somewhere this side of healthy dating, Trent’s wise words begin to ring true. Being the nice guy definitely has its perks when it comes to friendship, but it’s probably the most frustrating typecast to have when it comes to anything more. Having a myspace account with page after page of beautiful women is flattering and manages to make quite a few of my friends jealous, but I think if a girl makes it to myspace friend status and we’re still talking puppy dogs and ice cream, she can pretty much assure her status on the friendship ladder. There are a couple of them that I would of course break established ladder theory rules to be with, but the majority are entrenched for life.

Jake and I have spent quite a bit talking about this because we both seem to be your typical “nice guy,” or at least that’s what we seem to be told. A lot. By most women we know. The problem lies in that we are just being ourselves. We are going to always be “nice guys.” We like creating friendships and meeting new people and having warm conversations and immediate connections with strangers, but we are not going to be the guys that use this ability to take advantage of the women we meet. We could very easily use our powers in bars to pick up women with low self-esteem and nice figures and live a life of temporary satisfaction, but we’ve decided that we want more out of the opposite sex. We decide we want to have a relationship that also serves as a great friendship because that is what we seek in the first place. For me, I find that attraction develops as I get to know someone. The true “self” of a girl I’m interested in is much more attractive to me, and usually is what ends up making me all swoony. As our conversations go deeper and deeper and she continues to laugh at my jokes, I usually begin to fall head first into the type of tailspin that left Maverick without a flight partner. Unfortunately, by that point most women have more than once used the phrase, “like a brother,” or, “such a good friend,” to describe our relationship.

So, my friends, as “healthy dating” continues to work its way into my life, please feel free to introduce me to your friends. I may end up asking your friend out for coffee. I hear that’s a “safe” first date. Just so you know, your friend will get bonus points if she avoids Starbucks.



Don’t you ever say that… stay here as long as you can…
Wednesday November 01st 2006, 10:10 pm
Filed under: Deep thoughts,Growing Up

About a year and a half ago when I was looking at potential places to take my wandering self, I thought I had an idea of what was going to be coming up next. The path was beginning to clear and visions of free grad school loomed on the horizon. I gladly told my family and friends about how simple moving to Chicago would be and imagined myself quickly settling into a comfortable life. Surely things would be easier considering I would earn about three times as much money and be able to say I was in a “career” and not just a “service opportunity.”

Then, reality began to unfold. Sallie Mae was happy to see me move out from the loan repayment protection AmeriCorps offered me, and wasted no time in tracking me down. All of the benefits of living simply began to disappear as I was confronted with the realities of being the “face” of a university. Apparently it means I have to wear a shirt and tie and shave every day. Students wouldn’t be interested if a slightly scruffy guy in a polo and khakis told them about their potential future. High school students are so demanding.

And the ironing… oh sweet, sweet ironing. My mom laughs at me when I complain about it, but ironing on a daily basis just wears on my soul.

I think what all of this means is that I’m starting to become an adult. I’ve been roaming around this planet for a quarter of a century, and I’m just now starting to understand the meaning of some pretty important concepts. My faith is maturing to the point where I can read an entire scripture and begin to grasp that my selfishness has allowed me to get by with a very partial theology. Life is so much easier when I can brush past the trivial drama and begin to see the beauty and intricacies in my interactions with friends and strangers and the way that God can use anything for His glory. The way we all interweave and grow is an astonishing concept, but is an opportunity for an amazing community to form. Thankfully I’ve tapped into a community of people here in Chicago that has covered me in grace and laughter and celebration.

Too bad they’re all Bulls fans. They’re going to have their hearts broken when LeBron and the Cavs exact a little revenge for 1989′s Game 5. “The Shot” will simply fade off into memory. Next up is repairing the Browns and making up for “The Drive.”