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I think that I'm too tired to care.
Why issit that I keep meeting these great young women who are 10 years younger than me and proceed to emphasize that point?
*sigh*
I keep doing this crap to myself, and I don't get why? WHY? I realize that I sound like a broken record, but you know, this is my song right now.
For those of you who don't give a rat's ass, I've not been with anyone for a long long time. For those of you keeping score, we'ere talking since 1999 for anything more than a date, and those are rare, indeed.
1999. I'm a fucking camel.
So went out tonight. And flirted. And then got shot down (more than usual). Was ignored by some who normally talk to me. Was paid attention to by one who I just don't know about for more reasons than Jonah in the Belly of the Whale. got far too tipsy too fast for someone who's driving home. ah! Damn.
I'm a fucking Camel.
Who knows. I don't. I've found that I'm always chasing after girls who aren't interested in 29 year old, black, Yale graduates with pensions for Punk music, Musical Theatre, sketch comedy, and random ass movies. No one wants this. And those that do...well, the timing is always off on when I want what they want, and vice versa.
Camel.
I'm thinking that it's past time for me to break out into someting else other than the club scene (write the book now, and get out of it now before you're 36, living with a 19 year old, wearing a sleeve full of buttons and working retail...in case you're reading this, you're all good M--). I think that (with one exception), I've grown out of it or at least I'm bored with it now. To quote BB King: "The Thrill is gone."
Look, I'm not evil. I like all kinds of women. I like them young, and old, fat, skinny, yellow, black, white, whichever. I have things that I'm picky about, but then, so does everyone else, right? So here's what I want, and I don't think that it's too much to ask (is it?):
A woman who is intelligent (ie, can hold conversation and not giggle, unless something actually funny is said)
A woman who wants to be respected and shown copius amounts of affecton
A woman who likes to have fun, but can be serious from time to time
A woman who isn't obsessed with image, and isn't afraid to be dorky
A woman who at least considers marriage and/or children a viable option for her life
A woman who will not immediately assume that it's all about her panties (cuz, that's just one of many things that I'm looking into...um...hell, you know what I mean.)
Man. This post has gotten off track. Happy Easter. He Is Risen. Now I go to bed to celebrate His dying for my sins. And I shall sleep for salvation...
Why issit that I keep meeting these great young women who are 10 years younger than me and proceed to emphasize that point?
*sigh*
I keep doing this crap to myself, and I don't get why? WHY? I realize that I sound like a broken record, but you know, this is my song right now.
For those of you who don't give a rat's ass, I've not been with anyone for a long long time. For those of you keeping score, we'ere talking since 1999 for anything more than a date, and those are rare, indeed.
1999. I'm a fucking camel.
So went out tonight. And flirted. And then got shot down (more than usual). Was ignored by some who normally talk to me. Was paid attention to by one who I just don't know about for more reasons than Jonah in the Belly of the Whale. got far too tipsy too fast for someone who's driving home. ah! Damn.
I'm a fucking Camel.
Who knows. I don't. I've found that I'm always chasing after girls who aren't interested in 29 year old, black, Yale graduates with pensions for Punk music, Musical Theatre, sketch comedy, and random ass movies. No one wants this. And those that do...well, the timing is always off on when I want what they want, and vice versa.
Camel.
I'm thinking that it's past time for me to break out into someting else other than the club scene (write the book now, and get out of it now before you're 36, living with a 19 year old, wearing a sleeve full of buttons and working retail...in case you're reading this, you're all good M--). I think that (with one exception), I've grown out of it or at least I'm bored with it now. To quote BB King: "The Thrill is gone."
Look, I'm not evil. I like all kinds of women. I like them young, and old, fat, skinny, yellow, black, white, whichever. I have things that I'm picky about, but then, so does everyone else, right? So here's what I want, and I don't think that it's too much to ask (is it?):
Man. This post has gotten off track. Happy Easter. He Is Risen. Now I go to bed to celebrate His dying for my sins. And I shall sleep for salvation...
