November 19, 2003
Miami Beach, FL

Did it again. It's unbelievable. You can parachute-drop me into the most ghettoish and undefounded library in the country and I'll still find something fascinating to read there, even on a third visit. There is always something I want to find out about, biography to read, few curiosities to pursue. It's sad, really. I am just a walk away from the fine beach and warm waters of Southern Florida, yet everyday I manage to be drawn back here. People should really stop publishing magazines, news papers and shut down the Internet, for a day, so I can do nothing on the beach. I admit: sitting motionless was never my strength. I always enjoy activity be it physical or mental. So here am I rollerblading the town to end up back here in the Miami Dade Public Library. If any one out there has couple of mil to donate, please do call them first. These guys missed somehow sponsorship from Bill or so it seems.

You dog. Can't believe you did it. It's Johannes. The rat. We were talking last night at the happening street of Lincoln Boulevard about different cultures and how they pursue (or not) the opposite sex. We started by noticing how the right mix of different cultures make up the cities or their parts with the vibe that is largely unknown in Northern part of US and most Canada. It's not just multicultural makeup but a flare like the Latino vibe down here in Miami. Some cities of Europe miss that completely point in case we were discussing Poland and Germany. I was obviously speaking for Polaks and Johannes for German folk we noted how different this whole Caribbean vibe in Miami is from what you would experience in cities we grew up in. Then Johannes was lamenting the downfall of German language and it's culture and how all better looking girls in Germany were won by more aggressive young Turkish lads while the German boys are too passive to move their finger.

Take for example our peculiar predicament. We enjoy our trip a great deal. Not often you dare to take so much time off and bum around on a sailboat sailing East Coast and then hopefully some more. During that time however we strongly feel the need for some fresh social input beyond our same old selves. Here it comes: we find it hard to make up a small talk to meet new people and make some local friends. Okay, we do talk about the girls here:) It's not that we are looking for some action. It's more like we are looking for some interaction. And I don't want to kid anyone: there are some gooooood looking girls down here. So Johannes and I decided to brake our Northen-Europeen coldness and passivity and make up a talk with someone at least once a day. This was the goal. Go up to some nice looking girl and practice our conversational skills. Well, this very morning I found out I had none. The perfect opportunity came and I was frozen as usual nibbling on a tangerine to cover my nervousness. Johannes was teasing me a bit so I quickly asked him to "show me the way you big talker" and I almost choked on my citrus - he did it. He walk up to this fine looking young woman and somehow he came up with something to talk about - I don't know yet what about, since we split our ways just before that. But I've seen them interacting good few minutes making few laughs and all. I was dumbstruck. The rat can do it and I can't. Damnit:) They had a great talk, her body language was all positive and it resembled nothing of my infamous attempt to talk to a certain one few months back, which still makes me grateful for strict gun laws in Canada: I didn't shoot myself that day.

My friend Chris, whom I greatly respect after seeing him on one occasion jumping out naked from a closet in a hotel room to scare off our another friend, Steve, made a comment one day that I remember well. He said that some people just either too picky or too shy. Well, let me take my plea to the public: What do you when you are extremely picky and extremely shy? Any psychologist out there specializing in a social intelligence studies, please feel free to pitch in. My e-mail is somewhere down here on this page. There must be a hope?

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(M)