So I'm walking down 10th street, and there is a very good-looking, well dressed man walking toward me and I allow myself to just stare at him* as we approach each other. He's looking back at me, (hurray!) but at that moment I reach the Marshall and veer right.
To my utter surprise, he turns also. Why is he going to the Marshall?? I have never seen him before and there is no way he is a chessplayer.
I'm so astonished I can't say anything, and then I walk in and the place is filled with good-looking, well-dressed 25-40 year old men. (!) It turns out they are all there to play in the under 2000 tournament. It was like I'd entered a weird, beautiful alternate universe**.
My new goal is to lose 100 rating points.
An amusing article on the matriarchal society of the Mosuo people of China:
SPIEGEL ONLINE: Does the concept of marriage exist for the Mosuo?
Coler: Yes, the children are even threatened with it: "If you aren't good, then we will marry you off."
Maybe if it doesn't work out with the Under 2000 tournament, I'll move to China. Thanks to Alan Stein for the link.
*ok, yes, it's been so long, I now openly stare at total strangers in the street.
** one of them did approach me, but only to ask the sad question I get asked at every tournament by an attractive stranger: "Are you Jennifer Shahade?"