The First Post - Getting to Know Me

Why did I use 'my girlfriend's sleeping' as a title for my blog? Well, it took some thought, but this made sense for a couple of reasons . . .

1. It's kind of catchy, admit it. I see that headline and I want to know what's going on while some guy's girlfriend is sleeping. Now where your mind goes with this is your business and not for me to judge. I take it there are guys out there who will see this title and expect a blog devoted to kinky sex stories. You know, "My girlfriend was sleeping, so I called so-and-so to hang out and one thing lead to another . . ." Sorry to disappoint, but that's not me. I have less game than Peter Parker. So if I am lucky enough to meet a girl who's as cool, funny, pretty, sexy, intelligent, and witty as my girlfriend, not to mention a girl who can tolerate all my weird attributes for more than 5 minutes, I'm not gonna risk losing her.

2. It's a problem far too many guys can relate to. You're lying down with your girlfriend on a Wednesday night. She's been working all day, came home a little bit cranky, isn't thrilled you didn't take the initiative to arrange for dinner (even dialing for take-out would've been appreciated), and is in need of some quiet time. Meanwhile, you're thinking, I haven't seen her all day, it's 11 pm, and it's time to fool around. Some people are morning people, others are night owls. I am a long-standing, distinguished member of the latter group. So I get horny right around the time she decides to end her day. Better luck tomorrow.

3. I swear, I am most productive after my girlfriend's asleep. But in truth it's not just her, it's everyone and everything; family, roomates, dogs, Letterman, Sportscenter, friends who might be drunk-dialing . . . I don't seem to get anything done until I am all alone in the middle of the night. Some people prefer the hustle and bustle of a busy work day. It keeps them focused and energized. Not me. Being productive is a wishful thought, one I am ill-equipped to handle until the rest of the world has said good-night. That's when the wheels start spinning in my brain. This is nothing new to me. As an avid supporter of procrastination, I never began my assignments until well past the point when others had finished. This was true of term papers or studying for mid-terms. Friends used to think I was nuts. Their popular question "You haven't even started?" was typically followed by something along the lines of "I'll get going at 2, once Cocktail is over." I would rather watch the final hour of a mediocre 80's Tom Cruise flick for the 67th time on TBS than start something that requires my undivided attention and is, afterall, important!

So why start this blog at all? Why not sit on the couch with my hand down my pants and watch the 100th re-run of The Soup Nazi episode, hoping to win the lottery? Well, much to my dismay I've discovered that winning the lottery is somewhat less than a sure thing. I have lots of friends who work and seem to be making good money, if not fully enjoying their jobs. While I am not dying to join the club, I am self-aware enough to realize that sharing the same aspirations as Office Space's Peter Gibbons is not the wisest way to go through life. I am 26 yers old, a full 4 years removed from a very good college, and am slowly piecing together what I hope will be a fullfilling and successful adventure. I have tried a little bit. I worked at J.Crew for about a year, which I will undoubtedly mention as the worst job I've ever had when I am one day interviewed by Barbara Walters. For the last few years I have been teaching on-and-off at a pre-school, or molding young minds as I like to say. The job is not without it's perks, most of which involve feeling good at the end of the day knowing I have done something beneficial for another person. I seem to have an amazing bond with children, perhaps because I am at the same maturity level. But ultimately, there was far too much beaurocratic non-sense at the school for me to take it seriously anymore. The woman in charge of the program understood less about children than Bush does about politics. There were days I wondered aloud if she had won the job through some sort of public contest.

One thing I have always loved to do is write. People tell me I am creative and entertaining. I wrote a screenplay in college and would love to see it become a film one day. Apparantly that involves a lot more work on my end, so I will let it go for now. I majored in psychology, mainly because my school didn't offer a film major. I learned a lot with psychology, and found behavioral studies fascinating. Exploring why humans dream, why we act out in certain situtations, the effects of certain drugs on one's psyche, what attracts one person to another . . . . these elements have meaning. However, after discovering that I would be required to take some heavy research labs, not to mention spend hours studying the insignificant, yet overwhelming texts that accompany biology and psychobiology, I knew it wasn't for me. Seriously, what attracts people to science? They must love the smell of plants or something. All I know is that if I ever have to look at a cell through a microscope again, I may be arrested for setting a lab on fire.

I love movies, which are probably my favorite past-time. If time and money were no object, I'd probably see 4 a week. I also love sport's, but only the "real" sports. I'm talking about baseball, football, and basketball. I will likely enrage readers by claiming other "sports" are not really sports at all. One of which is poker, ironically my other favorite hobby. If a few days have gone by without my posting a message or article, it probably means I am in Connecticut at Foxwoods playing no-limit texas hold'em with hundreds of degenerates with nothing better to do. I am passionate about poker, but nobody will ever convince me it's a sport. A sport by my estimation involves moving quickly and sweating (sorry Golfers) and in this regard, poker is no more a sport than bowling or chess. Additionally, sports are games contested by real people, not machines, so anyone who tries to convince me that auto-racing qualifies will be smacked upside the head and laughed at. Nascar in on the same level as playstation Madden.

I grew up in the suburbs outside of Boston and still live in the area. I really like it here, though as someone not too big on change, I wonder if there are other places I'd enjoy more. I could definitely see myself moving to NYC, L.A., San Francisco (insert almost any heavily-populated city with plenty of Jews so I don't feel like an outcast). The one exception I'd make is Las Vegas, which I am convinced is the most exciting city in the world. It's worth noting I have never left the country however, with the exception of a 4 day camp trip to Montreal when I was 15. Seeing the world is something I would love to do, but I am taking baby-steps to get there. After graduation I drove cross-country with my best friend and took my first initiative toward discovering what else was out there. Free advice; There is nothing worth seeing between New Orleans and Colorado unless you enjoy driving through a desolate wasteland with more cows than humans.

So that's me 'in a nutshell' (who invented this strange phrase anyway?). I hope you enjoy what I have to say. I have strong opinions about topics that interest me, and welcome your comments and feedback. Please visit and know that your mindless web surfing is keeping me busy. To my people, that's called a Mitzvah.

Enjoy,
Pavs