Yeah, so I'm watching MTv today and Made is on. This show is about people who write in and say they want to do something or be something/one. For example, this chick wrote in about how she wanted to be a BMX star. So they gave her lessons and such. This particular episode was relevant to me because they took a computer nerd from LSU and tried making him into a ladies man. Being the person I am, I was thinking, Heyyyyyyy, this may prove useful...

Yeah, I just realized it myself: You're thinking, "You just watched a show about a computer nerd and what do you do? Make a frickin' website? Yeah, you learned something..." Well, fuck you.

Anyway, the first thing I learned is that women are shallow. If they didn't want to talk to this dude because of the way he looked, that's rather understandable. Or is it? I say this because how in the blue hell are you supposed to get to know someone if you don't go and talk to them? Granted, it's one thing for a dude to go up to a chick and introduce himself. But apparently, it's a completely different thing for a chick to go up to a dude and introduce herself. Why is it the guy that always has to make the first "move"? That's what pisses me off, mainly.

I will never admit to being the best looking guy, or the smartest, because, frankly, I'm not. I know I am not God's gift to women or anything of that ilk, but if you don't want to talk to me because of the kinda long hair and the stripe, then do us all a favor and

THROW YOURSELF DOWN A LONG SET OF STAIRS!


Please.


I don't claim to have gone on many dates or been in more relationships than I can count with fingers, but that's because the girls I have met are just that: girls. Nothing mature about them. And that flat out sucks.


On to the point I was going to make by writing this down...
I was talking to this chick tonight/this morning and she sends me a picture. I say, "You remind me of my best friend, Adrienne." She says, "Is that good or bad?" I stop, think, and reply "There's no correct way for me to answer that question." So she's like, ouch, nevermind. Now I'm like, I knew you would take that wrong, but there really is no right answer there.

!~Pause~!


What did I say that was so wrong? Think about it yourself for a min. What were my options and possible follow-ups? I'll help...

!~UnPause!~


I think that's a decent shell of a conversation, no? So now I have to go ahead and set her straight, although there is no possible way to do that. What now? So I'm stuck fighting out of this one and I have no help in sight. This is the classic "Does this dress make my ass look fat?" question. And we all know where that one leads.
So I'm heading for the "No, your ASS makes your ass look fat" response, but I know it's not going to help my cause. So I just stop talking and let her change the subject.
But I really didn't know what to say. And that makes me angry. Granted, I admit she wasn't the best thing to be looking at at 3am, but she wasn't UGLY, as she so eloquently put it earlier. So what the fuck am I supposed to say? I won't lie about it, but I'm not going to *lie* about it either.

Back to my shallow girls point. I know what I like in women: Nice. Shorter than me. Not obnoxious. Personal hygiene = good (on a good/bad scale). Proportioned (and you can feel free to take that the way it is meant to be taken). Has a sense of humor (at least able to take my sense of humor...). Cute, at least (is there an adjective with less meaning than cute). And if I talk to another girl who accuses me of being ignorant of what Love is, not only will I *insert violent act here* said party, but I'll take myself with them. Click here for that story. Can I find that? Of fuckin course not. Why? I don't really think it exists. I'm 21 now and I think I've just figured out a reason to have to drink. (Not that I needed one...)
I've had enough of all this shit already...

Fuck off...
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