10. The Game
It’s humiliating to go out, attempt to dance, put on this “I’m a cool guy! really!” show, and essentially act like a monkey to get into a girls pants — to lower yourself for someone you don’t care about just to get that physical pleasure.
I wrote this because I felt weak to my physical desires.
9. Ten Times
How much more quality would I have met elsewhere? How much better would my experiences have been? Luckily for my sanity, I will never know the real answer.
In Spain I realized that the DC area really is ugly. A calculator was used during writing of this post.
8. Two and Out
I refuse to invest in someone of unproven value.
The only time date threes occur is if one of the first two dates were shorter than normal and when she makes it pretty obvious that sex is going to happen.
I’m staring at this couple, who are oblivious to everyone around them, and realize that their lives are harder than mine will probably ever get. Their day-to-day struggle for normalcy is much more difficult than it is for anyone I know.
I wrote this on a piece of paper after they left.
Finally, I found a woman who doesn’t talk back and lets me do whatever I want to her in bed.
I took down the pictures because of some work problems but they are not back up with a new bonus picture.
I liked this girl a lot, but I liked the other girls a lot too. These are the times I feel pity for guys who have crushes and obsess over just one girl for months or even years. There is just too much quality out there in the world to have an obsession.
This post didn’t get too much attention but I threw in a lot of game observations.
As a club veteran, I see the types of girls that give second looks to sharply dressed men in VIP booths. If you walk down the ghetto while waving hundred dollar bills in your hand, I doubt you will be surprised when someone robs you of it. Money attracts people who like money.
The idea that personality is more effective than money defines my interactions with women.
It’s inevitable that a lot of people will tell her family that she is “in a better place now.” Unfortunately she is not. Everything that you are, that makes you you, and gives you this state of consciousness to know that you are a different being from everything else on the planet, resides in your brain. Once you die and the cells in your brain die, it’s game over.
I wasn’t going to write about her death but all the comments on her MySpace page from people who didn’t have a clue changed my mind.
There is nothing wrong with making a mistake, but you make things worse by staying blind to your own error. Don’t bother trying to fix a situation you should have avoided in the first place.
I had to develop this post for a month before I could even start it, and then it took me another couple weeks to write it.
You see my bedpost. You see it? My bedpost has more notches than you will have in your entire life. You see, pal, that’s who I am. And you’re nothing. Nice guy? I don’t give a shit. Good father? Fuck you — go home and play with your kids! You wanna play this game? Close!!
This was easy to adapt from the original because high-pressure sales and getting laid are similar. The scene is from one of my favorites in movie history.
Here’s to another year of consistent blog output.