My unexpected New Year’s date got cancelled again (big surprise), but the girl asked to meet me on January 1st. I almost told her to go to hell but then I decided it’d be nice to start 2018 with a date.

Met her for dinner, decided she was boring and fat, and left as soon as I could reasonably excuse myself. (And I apologize for being harsh, but really, she was obese. And, much worse, as dull as one of our two hour team meetings.)

Speaking of dating and fat people: As you guys may remember, I, too, am trying to lose weight. But I am doing it in a slow fashion, trying to re-train myself to eat better rather than chasing a diet fat or forcing myself into a gym.

Well, I signed up for Tinder again on a whim (and, likely, a desire for mental self-harm) and lo and behold, I am actually getting matches. Of non-bot female users who then actually talk to me for a little. So I guess I am actually losing weight.

Either that, or my selfie skills have greatly improved.


Just dropping in for two reasons. One, to wish you all a happy new year. May it be better than 2017, no matter how good or bad 2017 may have been for you.

The other thing:

About two hours ago, I actually got a date for New Year’s evening. 30 minutes ago, she cancelled again. And just before I posted it, she un-cancelled again. Oh and if the date happens, she’s bringing her sister, which leads me to think my chances of actually scoring are abut the same whether I go or not.

At any rate, with 5 hours and 40 minutes left to the year, 2017 ends with a fitting commentary on my life.

Good riddance 2017. Hello 2018. Play nice, k?

I’ve been bad about following up on my posts. Or even just posting. So here are some updates.

My visitor came and went. Of course, it was all a big dud. Who would’a thunk?

Sarah started emailing again. For a while, anyway. She would visit [my city], she wrote. My stance was, “cool, let me know and I’ll show you around”. She was very eager, but seems to have gotten cold feet. The trip to [my city] wouldn’t, she explained “bring me your way”. Since it is impossible that she meant this in a geographical sense, I assume she meant “no fucking way will our paths cross, you nerd”. Not exactly sure why she contacted me in the first place, but if there is anything we’ve learned in the eleven years this blog has existed, it is that women are a mystery.

Twists and turns twist in unexpected turns. While I was re-hired, I was placed under a boss who simply does not like me. I mean as in he had a negative, hostile attitude from day one. I eventually found out why at my performance evaluation: The man’s body language leaves no doubt that he feels threatened by me. You can imagine what chances I have for personal growth, raises, or any other improvements to my career. So I’m looking again. I have frankly lost track of how many jobs I’ve had in the past ten years. Six, I think.

Updates within Updates. My noisy upstairs neighbors were finally kicked out, to be replaced by a new, even noisier upstairs neighbor. Who moved out after a while. Now I have peace and quiet again. My neighbor lady asked to “have a coffee” once more and suggested that week’s Saturday. Not believing anything would come of it, I said “sure” and promptly forgot about it. The following week I met her in the hallway and she complained I had not been home at the appointed time. Karma, I guess, though I assume she sees things differently.

I’ve continued losing weight, but at a very marginal rate. I’ve improved my diet somewhat, though. Most importantly, I hardly drink anything but water these days. My next biggest challenge: Stop eating chocolate at work. My hope rests on I finding a humane job.


It took her two days to go from “I will be in your city” to “By the way, would you be open to having sex with me?”

To her credit, she didn’t take my reply of “You’re kidding, right?” the wrong way.


Some Female Online Friend just sent me a message.

“Hey Secretgeek, sorry for not e-mailing you in a while. I just wanted to let you know I will be in [Secretgeek’s Home City] this summer, and by the way it’ll be my birthday then. Hope you can show me the city and celebrate with me!”

We’re talking about a woman who, when asked about her hobbies, replied “lots of sex”, which she added was “natural” for a Latina like her.

This is either going to be a big dud or an interesting couple of days.


Wilma contacted me today. By email. Let’s just say she is not my favorite person in the world, but, like the polite person I am, I read the mail. It consisted of many, many paragraphs of her telling me all about how horrible her husband is. Still the same guy she married years ago. He’s jealous (gee I wonder why), mean, sometimes violent.

“So, why are you writing to me,” I replied.

The answer came five minutes later. “See, I have this six years old PC and I don’t remember the password or how to change the settings, and you know all about computers. Can you help me?”

I may have been very explicit when I told her what to do with her six-years old computer.

Sarah contacted me out of the blue. I think I haven’t talked to her in eight or nine years.

She said hello, and asked for my photo, which I sent her.

She said “You’re cute, Secretgeek!” and inquired whether I was married with children by now.

After I said that I wasn’t, she stopped replying again.


It’s a magic, whimsical life I lead.


Remember that second lay-off? Seems someone at our parent company got wind of it, and I was re-hired last week – at said parent company.

Will it last? Dunno. But it’ll do – at least until i find something better.

And it is a bit of a compliment, I guess.

“You wouldn’t enjoy dating me – I am bisexual.”

Yes. Yes, you are right. That would be terrible and I could not stand the mere thought of you making out with a lady.


So my boss had “the talk” with me. Because there is nothing for me to do, I am going to be fired.

He was very nice and civilized about it, but I’ll have a job for maybe a month longer and then.. nuffin’.

The interesting bit is that it seems they basically hired me “speculatively”, that is, they had hopes to get deals that would require my skills. In the end, zero of those deals materialized. Or in other words, they knowingly fucked me over.

To say that I am annoyed would be an understatement.


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