Updated once again on 4.7.07
Well there was this big depressing speech about a horrid time of my life, but just now, I've decided to say fuck that. Depressing shit is just wearing me down.
So, what shall replace the big long text of shit that was here? Hm. How about a story from last night.
Everywhere I go, the fems my age, pretty much just ignore me. It's cool though, because the drama queen, prissy, preppy, depressed, suicidal population of them annoys me to great lengths. Well, a friend of mine and I were out of the local BDubs ( buffalo wild wings for yall imbeciles who done know what it is ). He kept razzin me because I pretty much pay zero attention to everyone while I am out in the gen pop. It's not to be rude, it's just there is a good chance, I will dislike them.
So, he starts saying shit like "There ya go Ryan", whilst pointing at some random peice of flesh stuffed too tightly into a revealing piece of animal fur. Eventually, I flatly told him that I am not interested in bar rats, nor is there a very high chance that anyone that could retain the slightest bit of respect in my eyes, him being excluded, was in this place. I also explained that even though I am 23, my ideal range of women, would probably be 28-34.
Now, he thought that was rather funny. He assumed that women that age would not be interested in someone such as myself. Heh. I learn from experience. And experience says, I have a much better chance of a woman within that age range simply coming up to me, and starting a conversation, than my being able to stand the presence of a female my age.
Experience is rarely wrong. I felt something him my shoulder. Now, as I've already stated, Im not the friendliest of people when I am in large groups of idiots. So, I turn around, fully expecting to see either A) some raging cock mongrel who felt I had offended him, or his bar trash girlfriend, or some skanky half dressed dimwit wanting to make a poor attempt at getting me to waste my money on their addiction. What I found, surprisingly enough, was a mildly attractive woman smiling at me.
Now, once your in asshole mode, it's a little difficult to slip out at will. So, I pretty much just turned back around and went back to drinking whatever was in front of me at the moment. Either a Jager Bomb or a beer, not sure which honestly.
Either way, I figured that was deterent enough, and would be left in peace. Nope. This woman then asks me if we have any extra stools. What the fuhell? Yeah, there are 4 stools at a table, and only 2 of us there. Is basic mathematics beyond her comprehension. So, I said "Yep, there are 2, take 'em".
Well, obviously, I wasn't being very preceptive to her advances. So, her friend ( who wasn't nearly as attractive by the way ) puts a dollar in front of me, and says thats for the stools. Uh, right. Someones had a little too much Jesus Juice. So, they take their respective seats, next to myself and my friend. We blah blah'd for a while.
I could sit here and explain what all happened, but, I dont feel like typing all that shit out. So, suffice it to say, my friend was figuring that I had broke down and decided to converse with en masse of idiots. Heh. Finally the age questions start popping off. 33. Who's yer daddy bitch?
I love being right.
