What makes women so hard to understand? Is it my inability to pay attention to anything for more than 30 seconds without explosions or fire? And, even when there is fire, I tend to get bored pretty easily unless of course someone starts playing with the fire.
I must have some fetish with playing with chaos. The idea of not knowing what could happen is thrilling in itself. I want to race myself to my own death, and I want to win. I’d like to meet a girl that can deal with my insanity and provoke it at the same time.
This is just a short rant after trying to meet anyone from match.com within a 250 mile radius. Statistically speaking, I should’ve gotten more than the one reply. I decided to consult my attorney about the matter, who advised me to “fuck them.” I don’t think she meant it literally, and I know that isn’t something she would consent even though she’s cool and is down for just about anything. So fuck you girls, all 67 of you that I winked at. And fuck match.com too. /end rant
So, I’m going to focus my attention somewhere else for the time. Computer nerdiness? Digital Effects work? 4-Wheeling mischief? Bring it on! I’ll be thinking up new tactics for meeting girls, like going to bars and “hitting on drunk bitches.” Or, I could try JackJuly’s experiment. Although, I’m leaning more towards the Zen approach of not giving a shit. And of course, if you’re listening to this, you are the resistance.
