Gamer Girls

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=foV_bYPNOC8

After her usual repetitive intro where she says the exact same thing while wearing the exact same colour top, we’re on to the “meat” of the video.

0:00 – “Hey everyone.  Today, I am talking about five games that I have never finished.”

I stopped the video right here.  I even took a screenshot for posterity.

I just had a sudden epiphany.  What the fuck do I care what games Pam hasn’t finished?

Why does anyone care?  We have to assume that there are HUNDREDS of games that she hasn’t finished.  Maybe thousands, because she seems to consume games as a disposable medium, as opposed to finding a handful of good games to devote a lot of time to.

So I’m supposed to watch a 12 minute video about five random games that Pam aka CannotBeEntertaining didn’t “finish”, for whatever reason.  Whatever “finish” means.  Of course, many games, particularly from the past 20 years at least, don’t really have endings and even if they did, there’s still loads to do within the game.  Replayability.  But whatever.  Who cares?

Let me just check the comments.  I can’t believe that anyone can possibly be interested in this tedious, self-absorbed subject.

Here’s one that tickled me:

– “Ahhh, it’s the “the wine needs ice” time of the year, huh? I hope you can film without having to turn off the aircon like you did in your last place.” (Then a boring paragraph about video games).

 CannotBeEntertaining replies with: “Corrupted saves sound so painful. And yes, I can keep the a/c on now where I am, it’s nice.”

They need air conditioning in Canada?  I always lived fairly far north in the US and yeah, it would get pretty hot in the summer.  Indeed, one place on “the East Coast” was so hot in the summer that I thought the linoleum floor was going to melt.  And it was hard to sleep in that oppressive heat.  So yeah, air conditioning is almost a necessity in such a climate.

But does Canada get that hot?  I assume that she lives near the border.  That’s where just about everyone in Canada lives, I believe.

For comparison purposes, there’s not a single residence in the UK that has air conditioning.  There’s no need.  It never gets hot enough.  The weather is mild year-round.

The only place I’ve seen air conditioning is in some offices in London.  But even the vast majority of offices don’t have air conditioning.  And if you go much further north than London, forget it.  It’s 0% of buildings have air conditioning.

So that’s my air conditioning story.  It’s at least as interesting as fucking five games that Pam aka CannotBeEntertaining didn’t finish.

What other self-obsessed nonsense can I talk about?

Oh, how about the time when I met a doctor off of the internet?  It was from some dating site, I don’t remember which.  This was before Tinder, though.  It was PlentyOfFish, I think, before it turned into complete shit.

So this was a British woman of Pakistani heritage.  That was the first red flag.  South Asian (like Indian or Pakistani or whatever) women don’t generally date men of other races.  I mean, that’s true for everyone, regardless of race.  But it’s particularly true for South Asian women and even moreso for Pakistani women in particular because they’re Muslim and it just doesn’t happen.

Let me elaborate.  Certain races are more open to dating men outside of their race than others.  At the top, you have Asian women.  Asian as in Chinese or Japanese or Korean or whatever.  Very common for these women to date, in particular, white men.  For many of these women, it’s considered a higher status to date a white man because Asian people are often obsessed with skin colour, preferring light skin to dark skin.

That said, the most desirable Asian women, the ones with the most options, are dating guys of their own race.  That’s true across the board for women of all races.  It’s only the less desirable women, whatever that means (appearance, socio-economic status, whatever) who are open to dating outside of their race.  But for Asian women, this bar is much lower than for women of other races.

Then white women.  I don’t know.  I can’t really comment on that.  It does seem to be mostly big fat chicks who are dating black guys, for example, though.  See SupaPixelGirl for an example.  Black women aren’t particularly keen on dating non-black men.

But then you have South Asian women.  It just doesn’t happen much.  How many times have you seen a South Asian woman with a white man?  It’s rare.

And it’s particularly rare with Pakistani women because they tend to be Muslim. And there’s that whole thing, we don’t need to get into it.

So only the real, rock bottom Pakistani women are open to dating non-Pakistani men.  Of course everyone has their own preferences.  Maybe there are some hot Pakistani women who like white men or are with a guy who just happens to be white.  But that’s rare.  There are great societal pressures on Pakistani women to find a Pakistani man.

The ones who can’t do this are, let’s just say, being as tactful as possible, low tier.

So I’m talking to this Pakistani-British woman.  She’s a doctor.  She’s making some cash.  I saw her Twitter and she’s talking about her flash car and all the expensive concerts that she’s going to and whatever.  So what’s low tier about that?

Not a looker.  That’s the first thing.  And again, I’m being as kind as possible.

But secondly, she was nutty as a fruit cake.

Her Twitter talked about how dissatisfied she was with her job and she went to some protests about…something medical-related.  I don’t remember.  And she talked about hospitals that she didn’t like.  Joked about the death rates in certain hospitals.  Shit like this.  It was just a bad idea.  You’re making enemies as a young doctor needlessly.  She was in her late 20s, maybe early 30s.  Her Twitter handle had the word “disgruntled” or something in it, so she clearly wasn’t happy with the job.

Anyway, I met her for a coffee.  I asked her about her job, normal fucking boring shit that one talks about on a first meeting.  And she keeps using abbreviations and like very specific terminology related to her job.  Not medical terms but like terms that are used at her particular hospital or in her particular course.  She was working as a doctor but also studying to be a different kind of doctor.

So I’m sitting there not knowing what the fuck she’s talking about.  But she keeps using all of this bizarre jargon that even other doctors wouldn’t understand because this is very situational language that’s just used at her hospital or in her course.  It’s fucking ridiculous.  But she was trying to make herself sound smart and talking down to me.

When somebody asks me about my job, I keep it light.  I don’t get into the technical details because first of all, nobody gives a fuck; but secondly, nobody would have the slightest idea what I’m talking about.  This is just common sense.

So after a baffling 60 or 90 minutes, I called an end to the proceedings and we went home.  Me to my apartment, and her to her parents’ home.  Because Pakistani families are close like this where the women don’t move out until they’re married.  Even if they’re a doctor with a flash car.

The day didn’t go well but I was a desperate guy so I texted her and said that I had a nice time and I’d like to go out again.  She said that she’d love to but she’s very busy with her studies.  Maybe another time.

Oh right.  So a week goes by.  I haven’t really been texting her because she said she was busy and I wasn’t terribly interested, but I asked if she’s free this weekend.  No.  She says that she would love to meet up on an “ad hoc” basis but she’s going to the library this weekend.

Oh.  I’m no doctor but my Latin is good enough to know what “ad hoc” means.  “As and when”, right?  So this is a busy woman.  I’m available pretty much any time.  So I tell her, “No problem.  Just let me know when you’re free and we can go do something.”

No.  She was adamant that she was not going to do that.  It was beneath her to ask a man if he’s available to go on a date even though I already asked twice and it’s her who was seemingly always busy.  She expected me to ask if she’s available week after week after week.

“What are you an idiot?  Couldn’t you just text her in a friendly fashion a couple of times a day and build a rapport that way so that you could feel out when she’s available more organically?”

Maybe I could have done that.  But this somebody who I met up with ONCE.  And it didn’t go well.  And I’m not particularly interested in her.  And she doesn’t seem particularly interested in me.  I’m not going to waste my time on somebody who quite possibly doesn’t want to go out again and is just being too “friendly” to say so.

So I never contacted her again.  And I followed her Twitter sporadically for a couple of years, maybe.  She talked about how she turned 30 and all the single men over 30 who she meets are weird losers, not aware of the irony of this statement.  Then she starts talking about how depressed she is because these weird losers she would date no longer want to see her.  She talks about how she’s getting older.  She doesn’t like her job.  She wants to move out of her parents’ house.  The whole thing.

Maybe your standards are too high.  Maybe these men are put off by you talking down to them.

Oh, I almost forgot, I paid for this coffee date.  That’s what I usually did, even though I wasn’t a wealthy man.  I could afford the £15 or whatever it was but a DOCTOR?  She didn’t even offer to pay.

So what was the point of this story?  Oh, yeah.  Tedious personal stories that nobody on earth could possibly give a shit about.  That’s what Pam’s latest video is all about.