Soundtrack
"...bring your love baby, I can bring my shame,
bring the drugs baby, I can bring my pain...."
Food for Thought of/for the Day:
Due to more weather bullshit and general malaise, last night was a bust.
Posted up with my buddy but the college crowd and my time in that scene are waning to put it mildly.
Went salsa dancing earlier last week but the scene has changed quite a bit from when it was really one of the best and highest percentage events/scenes I'd found in this area in ages/post-college.
The scene will still pan out for me regardless, this I know. I didn't have time to stay as I was meeting a buddy elsewhere, but the fact finding mission I did was enough to demonstrate proof of life in the scene if you're a good looking, articulate, well-dressed guy who has passable or better dancing skills.
Having left my meager first venue, I headed out with a buddy to a college night "event" which is using the term loosely to be sure.
Man.
It is a Brave New World.
Between technology and texting and other anti-social attention-whoring social media outlets, Jersey Shore, and the general dumbing down of education....the girls were literally incapable of sensical conversation.
The guys were an even fucking sadder more child-like cartoon-like caricature of youth. They looked and dressed like they were literally in fucking high school (wearing shirts that signified their recent bullshit middle-of-nowhere education).
The idea of communicating via 4 or 5 word length chains greater than simple tweet-like thoughts was beyond their capability. I do not envy the young men of today. No matter how much hook-up culture may permeate and no matter how low the standards sink.
The girls....if they weren't sexed up trashy looking Jersey Shore wannabes get my sympathy, no, they deserve exactly the douchebag children running around in flat brimmed hats and baggy jeans.
On the other side....after the years of hooking up and banging whatever girl who has 1400 male friends/followers on facebook/instagram....they'll be left with an even worst talent pool than my age demographic faces due to the onslaught of feminism and the like.
Sometimes....two groups get exactly what they deserve......one another.
I find myself less intrigued by hook-up and keeping my eyes open for quality women.
With the last girl I slept with....I actually found myself out and about....un-tempted and in fact passed up a chick a buddy later fucked simply b/c she wasn't my type (that's never stopped me)....but in the end, I passed b/c my interest lie elsewhere (and again...that's never typically stopped me).
Having come out the other side of the game and having gotten however many flags/notches/whatever-the-fuck-you-call-it.....I'm less enthused about drunken sex/fooling around.....and my curiousity finds itself picqued only by a girl who stands out.
It's also time for a hair cut. I grew this business out over the past * years with only * trims in the meanwhile.
Time to revert back.
I get more compliments on it now that it's longer.....but compliments aren't the same as the way girls have looked at me with short hair.
At any rate...the sarge-a-thon shall continue until I break through...nay, fucking conquer this pestilence of selection and blow outs.
I'm not going to blame anything.
All you can do is believe in the system, keep grinding, and let go of outcome expectation.
As it gets warmer in the next few months....the ice will thaw and the more cheerful birds will frolic again and by then I'll have cut my teeth to sharpness with however many interactions I log between now and then. I have to remind myself, I've been in the off season for nearly two years (with a couple nights as exception). Given the last two homeruns I hit, I have to maintain perspective, be glad with those accomplishment but not content....and press forward with gusto, purpose, and intent.
"When God made me, he made a rambling man....."
Good luck and happy hunting.
Hoist the black flag.
- Yrs. in Christ
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