So for a while now, many Saturday nights I've spent at a little favorite coffee shop reading in hopes that some nice, cute guy will come over, ask me what I'm reading, and after our intriguing conversation we'll click and maybe go on a date or something. Tonight, that happened. Well, sort of. The guy next to me asked me what I was reading, and instantly sucked me into a 2.5 hour conversation about world economics.

Sure, I'll admit that initially I maintained attention because the guy was cute, and yes, I'm that shallow. I kept hoping that if I did maintain attention I might learn something and get a make-out/possible sex partner in return. However, I should have known the conversation was not going where I could follow when he started listing the world prices and american prices of sugar...within the first 5 minutes. It didn't get any better afterwards. I tried my best to make it interesting, to contribute the little that I know about the world's current state of affairs, but as the conversation went on I realized that it was just getting entertaining to simply smile and nod and wait for the guy to realize that an hour had gone by with my not saying a word. He never got it. The entire conversation kept going back to him, mostly his touting his vast world economic knowledge and lots of little interesting facts such as:

The cost of producing sugar in America is $0.10, yet we sell it for only $0.19, although in some other part of the world it's $0.34 for production cost AND selling profit. So we're making a fortune on sugar right now.

WW3 will consist of China, Russia, and India and end with everyone killing off everyone else for control over our natural resources

America is operating at a huge trade deficit (which increases by a trillion dollars every 21 months)

There is no "good" economics school in America

The acquisition of multiple billions of dollars is not about the money itself, but about a comptetition; "It's the scorecard that matters"

Sri Lanka is a great place to buy beach-front property

and many little investment advice bits.



When I left, he told me to look for him again so we could talk again.

Which means, of course, that I can never go back to that favorite coffee shop of mine for fear of being sucked into the black hole of absolute boredom again.

I be: bored
what's on my mind is: Hot Hot Heat "Running out of time"