I’ll work. I’ll use Microsoft Office to do what a rich guy tells me to do. Leave late. I’ll go to the Vons and see what’s on sale. Maybe a pork chop. Maybe some Brussels sprouts. I need milk. I’ll go home instead of the gym because I’m out of dress shirts. Need to do laundry. On the drive talk to my AA sponsee. Tell him what my AA sponsor said to say which is about the definition of insanity. Get home cook the pork chop put the clothes in the wash do deadlifts with the barbell I bought. Take the shirts out of the washer and hang them to drip dry. Put the underwear and socks and towels in the dryer. Go to an AA meeting. Get my clothes out of the dryer. I will not fold them. She will not text me. I will not open the door and it’s her.
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It’s good to have a plan.
Your views must be in the single digits by now.
Thank God I still have you
…and thou still hast “it.” For thine troubled heart, I shall sendeth thee a flaxen-haired maiden of legal age with skin of bronze and scent of patchouli. Knoweth ye her when thine basket is full of cheap chicken. For I work in mysterious ways.
Internet dating was a mistake. I was watching Seinfeld and thinking about how in the 90s you could ask a woman out and she’d go somewhere an actually talk to you. Talk to you on the telephone even if just to reject you. Now everyone is cagey and damaged. Women have self esteem and they don’t deserve it in the slightest. Fat, semi-retarded, boring, graffiti on their skin. If most of them they saw themselves the way I see them, they’d neck themselves immediately. There’s a couple good ones out there still and that’s something. Only there’s no future for this county. Thanks, Boomers.
Why did you stop your blog, it was rather good
Fuck that – I went out on a date with a guy I met in the park, and he was creepy as hell the whole time. I had to run onto a city bus to escape him in the end. And he was really attractive! I didn’t go on that date hoping that it wouldn’t work out. I wanted it to be cool, and it definitely wasn’t.
As it turns out, taking chances on unvetted strangers is a great way to meet lunatics. People who approach you on the street are more likely to be crazy (not to mention sexually aggressive and boring) than otherwise. So I’d blame other men for ruining your fantasy – not women. I *still* talk to people on the street whenever approached (and on the bus, the train) and men *still* fuck it up at least 70% of the time.
You’re right about the Boomers though. No matter which side you see it from, things are not looking good.
Street vs Internet is a false dichotomy. My fantasy is picking up women at chess club. round ass and rank 1500 or higher please.