CNPS numbers spotted 0 (799). Increasingly worried about my progress. 800 looks like being a tricky one and I had really hoped to have reached it by the beginning of the month. All is not lost, but I am starting to feel a little sick with nerves and contemplating the unthinkable - failure.
I took number 47 to see Derren Brown and was rather pleased I dumped my idea to learn the Guinness Book of Records, as he, somewhat more impressively seems to have learned the phone books for West and North London. He asks audience members to put up their hands if they know they are in either of those books then apparently randomly picks out a few, who he then knows the address and phone numbers of.
I don't know if he has genuinely learned the phone books - it seems unlikely - or whether he employs some kind of cheat. 47 speculated that he might possibly have seen the booking details for that area of the audience and so maybe just had to learn a dozen or so numbers. But then he would only have the surname and post-code of the person who booked the tickets, which wouldn't necessarily be the same as the other people in their party.
It is a most entertaining show and it's booking for another week. Pop along and see if you can work out how he does his crazy stunts.
The dating has been taking its toll. I have put on half a stone in the last month (so good job I binned the losing weight idea) and my mind is fugged with 46 hangovers. As I suspected all along it has been quite a mind-fuck for me; not only confusing because I've met so many people in such a short time, but also because I've got on well with nearly all of them. If Hercules did impregnate 50 women (and let's face it, he didn't - what with him not existing and all) then was he really so cold-hearted as not to get emotionally attached to them or his off-spring. And if he just loved them and left them and didn't care about what happened next, then can we really see him as a hero?
Up to a point we can, because in some versions of the story (maybe in all, I might have got it wrong) Hercules impregnates all 50 women in the same night. What a fantastic feat that is. Not only having the energy, and the fertility, but also the necessary reserves of semen. Personally I am shooting dust by the fourth ejaculation in a short period of time, so to keep going for 50 and not even fall asleep once he's had his fun is pretty impressive. Though assuming that he shagged all these women in 8 hours and giving him a 4 minute recovery window between each then I think he only lasted for 5 minutes maximum with each lady.
Actually five minutes is pretty impressive too.
I have been disappointed to find out that some of my 47 girls so far have been so fickle to have actually got new boyfriends since I met them. You would think they would have the decency to wait for me to finish and to see if their number comes up in the lottery before they go off galavanting with someone else. Do these people have no respect for the emotional well-being of others?
Just because I haven't seen them ort communicated with them for over a month and have seen dozens of other people since our date, does not mean that they have the right to leave me in the lurch. It's a very rum do and I am hurt.
I am looking forward to it all being over and to trying to recover the fitness I had before all this began. I get Tuesday night in, watching telly, on my own. But I wonder if I will miss my girls. I wonder if I will miss my fix.
I am not sure if I have gained any wisdom from this experience. I have only gained weight.
