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He shall from time to time give information of the state of the Union...
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Mood: I'm okay.
Are you okay?
I'm okay.
Listening to: Stevie Nicks - The Edge of Seventeen
(I think I haven't made a blog entry since I used livejournal maybe four years ago, the only thing I really remember to do is list my mood and background music.)
Moving back to Boulder has been mostly pleasant. Not much has changed; I'm most certainly still me. The girls in this town are way hotter than the girls in MD/VA/DC. They're mostly vacant, though suprisingly "hip," but man, they are physically as near to perfect as I've ever seen. There virtually no exceptions. I knew this before returning to Colorado, and my thoughts were, "Well, at least now I can fuck the ugliest girl in the bar every night and still maintain an erection." In actuality, I haven't gotten laid once (and I've only hooked up with two girls) since I've been out here. Neither of which was all that exciting.
Considering the infrequency of my sexual exploits while being constantly surrounded by beautiful bitches, I think my frustration has evolved into a mild resentment toward womenkind in general... which is sad. Sadder still, the "mildness" has left me in a purgatory of sorts. I don't actually hate women, I actually sort of passively envious of them I think. The friends I have who out and out HATE women, those are the ones I know who get laid most often. I'm a smart enough guy to realize the effectiveness of their tactics. As soon as you have any interaction with a woman, she will subconsciously sum up the possibilities you offer her. Shower a woman positive attention and, knowing intuitively that she is in control of the situation, she thinks "What does this guy have to offer me? Why should I choose him." You are immediately forced to prove your worthiness, you start from a negative position. Now, find a way to make an impression on a woman, but come off sounding or looking indifferent (not to be confused with being "negative," don't be an asshole.. at first), and you've made things a whole lot easier. Her first thoughts are, "Why didn't he show interest? Am I not good enough for him?" In this situation, you have the advantage. She is considerably more likely to do whatever it takes to win your approval. Now, different approaches work for different people, and this may all seem like ridiculous conjecutre to you, my faithful readers, but I can attest to the validity of my claims. Simply stated, when I approach a girl with noble intentions I come off as pathetic and uncharming, my advances are inevitably thwarted. But, when conversing with a woman, if I criticize her interests and lifestyle, generally coming across as bored with the situation... she ends up wanting me. It's fucking ridiculous. The ironic part is, usually when I'm nice to a girl, I'm only feigning interest anyway, but some part of me is unable to tell them how bored I really am. Only when I'm truthful about how little they bring to the table, are they ever at all weilling to fuck me.
If I had a pretzel for every tangent that sidetracked me...
Anyway, I've generally been reclusive since I've moved here. My opportunities haven't been plentiful, but my formula has held true for the most part (I'm just not man enough to admit what I really think of them, so I usually play the part of the "pathetic loser"). A funny thing happened today. I got a response to a craig's list "missed connection" post that I made about a month ago. I met this girl at a show, I talked to her a bit, I felt like there was sort of chemistry, but for whatever reason we never explored the possibilities. When I got home drunk that night, never expecting anything to come of it, I posted a requiem for our missed connection. Now, a month later, I had totally forgotten about it until I got an e-mail from her via craig's list. My response was rather ambiguous (in the sense that I haven't yet decided if I'm going to be the dick who fucks the chick, or the nice loser, or "myself" which I think sits between the two), but I think we are going to hang out soon.
So, yeah, I guess that added a brightness to what was a rather mundane weekend. I saw the Walkmen last night in Denver. I've rather enjoyed them live before, but the sound quality was fucked up for every band last night, so the show ended up being kind of lame in general. The best part about the whole night may have been watching the opening act, Hot IQs. Not that their music was good, but their drummer was fucking magnificently hot. More bands need chick drummers, really. After the show, my roommate and I and this coolish kid we met (and ended up driving back to Boulder) hit up the Sundown Saloon for poop and PBR on tap. Then, well, I slept.
Today was much less eventful. Not waking up until three, I managed to get showered and motivated by dark (woot!). Eventually I went to Campus and watched Overnight, a depressing documentary about filmmaker/musician Troy Duffy.
Tomorrow is still up in the air. I think this girl I'm friends with is going to drive down from Ft. Collins and we are going to get plastered. It'll undoubtedly be another evening that ends in sexual frustration for one of us.
And yeah, that's the mediocrity that is and was my weekend.
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