xoofx, check your inbox. I set you a pm. I'm interested in NShader but can't get the damn thing to install? I'm also interested in SharpDX. Perhaps we can have a bit of a technical disussion about it and its potential suitability for my engine project.

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I'm torn, so I'll just give you two responses.

Response 1: Man, we men sure do some stupid things for chicks. Yeah, like that one guy who proposed at that Sacramento Kings game a few years back? It was all over Failblog, the friggin mascot gave him a beer if I recall. Pssht, she crazy.

Response 2: Man, we men can complain, but we sure have it easy. All we have to do is say "Pssht, she crazy" and that's it. Doesn't matter if she was "one of the most beautiful girlfriends a man could ask for", and good enough to go through all this effort and write an app for her.

Both of these made me LOL, haha!

With #2 I know exactly what you're talking about lol. But believe me, she really was crazy... an inherited trait from her mother lol. When I first met this girl she was working as a waitress at Hooters...and she was bar-none the finest thing to be found there, which was really saying something at the time (this was a few years ago when hiring standards were strict). I'm actually bad with first impressions and approaching women I've never met before, but once I get a non-awkward introduction I can be an extremely smooth and persuasive talker lol. It just so happened that the situation was not awkward, so I went for it. And of course, it worked...it almost always does if I can get past my initial difficulties with introduction and any of the awkwardness of such situations. If you've ever been dumb enough (or ballsy enough) to ask a Hooter's girl for her phone number you'll realize this is no small feat lol... They get hit on by d-bags all day long asking that same question, so you have to find a way to set yourself apart from the crowd; their minds are totally shut off to the possibility when they're at work. I got her number but she proved a difficult case. Took over two freakin weeks just to get to the first actual date. But I guess I started growing on her... for some reason girls like my "weirdness" and are always interested in the "weird" things I do like programming or day trading. Since she expressed such an interest in my programming, I knew it would be the perfect tactic to seal the deal lol. And it really did work beautifully haha!

But after a year or so of seriously dating her I started to crack under the weight of her insanity... She could go for weeks and weeks without there being any problem and everything would be lovely, but these psychological issues of hers kept coming back to haunt me. For one, she was absurdly insecure and had ridiculously low self-esteem...beyond the normal self-consciousness women have about themselves and their appearance, which we're all used to dealing with. And her insecurities were about things that I liked about her. For instance, she was ashamed of having big boobs to the point that when she wasn't at work she wanted to wear tight, confining bras with a loosely-fitting sweater over all. She was also ashamed of having a curvaceous figure, which to me is beyond all reason... She wanted to be everything she was not: just the typical, "cute-ish" skinny-as-a-toothpick girl. She thought her figure made her look "fat", and that got so bad that she was secretly abusing laxatives and making herself throw up after meals...something I didn't become aware of until a mutual friend told me a few months ago, though I had my suspicions. But what was possibly worst of all was that if I tried to reassure her of how beautiful she was and how great of a person I thought she was it would cause a very negative, outraged responsed. She had to be right...she had to be a piece of crap in her own mind. And the kindness and respect with which I treated her did not befit her imaginary station and very low self-esteem. She would've been happier, I think, if I was a cruel jackass and treated her like crap (like her current dead-beat boyfriend who forbids her having friendships with any other males). It was just too much to deal with...and there was no way I could solve her problems. Fortunately, I was able to craft an elaborate plot to let go of her gently without doing any more (or at least much more) damage than she'd already done to herself. Hopefully now you understand why I say she was crazy... it's not simply a "ooo, dat girl crazay!". I mean she was literally crazy lol. And if you ever had the chance to see her mother after a few pints of vodka you'd see where she gets a lot of it from lol.

I suppose the moral of this story is that looks really aren't everything. There are hundreds of thousands of beautiful women to be found. But finding one you can deal with (at least for me) is like searching for specific grain of salt lost in the tides of earth's oceans.
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All I can think of now is Adam Sandler on Big Daddy: "You want me to explain to your kids that you met their mom at Hooters..."

I mean, I could say some more, but is this a coding thread or one of those relationship threads?