[ulysses]

The part where your friend stopped playing you -- that's something that I just don't understand, on a fundamental level.

My brother-in-law talked about chess for years, I finally agreed to play him, and won both games. He's never brought it up again. It makes no sense to me.

Growing up, I was the youngest, so I generally lost at whatever games we played, and it never made me want to stop playing. When my significantly older brother came back home and stayed with us for awhile, we played chess regularly, and I lost a _lot_. But I kept playing, and when I finally got to the point where I won one out of three, it felt really good.

How much fun would I have missed out on if I hadn't kept playing?

[narag]

This guy is the most stubborn person when learning something that you can find. I lent him a book on flamenco guitar (that I lost hope to recover :) and he actually run through it and learned to play it like a pro. He's short but won a position as firefighter. Now he improved his English, took a sabbatical and is touring south-east Asia with a backpack.

Probably he was just diving in his next obsesion at the time.