So I went out in the real world last night. Don’t get me wrong, so far I’ve
presented myself as some kind of cave-dwelling anti-social ape man.
| Is this what I look like? Crap. |
Thankfully, not true.
I am tall and hairy. I also
have had a life long battle with weight.
Not obesity level, but the difference between fit and frumpy. I’m on the fit cycle right now (thank
goodness). Problem is, all of my clothes
or all way too big or way too small.
Obviously I’m not going to wear the clothes that are too small, so the
majority of the time I still look kinda frumpy.
Back to the point: Last night I went to a large,
sweaty, crowded dance party (live band, of course) where I knew there would be
a bevy of sexy women. A bevy of
sexy women swooned by the throbbing pulse of an 11-piece powerhouse band and
frightfully cheap liquor…
| You haven't lived until you've had plum brandy |
I did not go to the show with the sole purpose of
finding some young hottie and then never calling her again. I would have considered it, but
remember, if you look too hard you’ll never find what you want. My priority for the evening: Talk to
strange (read: unknown person, not weird person) and attractive women. If I’m really brave, talk one up enough
to get a phone number. Maybe a
little grindy-grind twirly-twirl dancing.
At the very least, pick the one that I think is the hottest girl in the
room and chat her up.
Too many wishes for the evening. Let’s break it down into a
scoresheet. Variable +/- point
system for scoring
Goal Success/Fail
Get laid Fail
(-1
– it was very unlikely anyway)
Talk to strange women Success
(+4 – I’m a good talker)
Talk to strange/attractive women Success
(+2
– I’m still awkward)
Talk to the hottest girl in the room Neutral
(0
– we talked a bit, but I think
she was gay)
Grab stranger’s hand and dance Success
(+2)
Dance with hottie friend of friend Fail
(-3
– should have been easy…she
smiled
at me)
Not feel crapppy about not talking Fail
(-6
– see above)
to hottie friend of friend
TOTAL: -2
(not quite epic, but still a fail)
Despite the slight disappointment in myself, I
had a fantastic evening. For some,
the lizard brain part of our cranium has a tendency to derail or destroy anything we want to do. It also tells us to procreate, eat,
shit, sleep, and anything else that is part of our biological imperative.
In other words, the same part of our brain that
tells us to go out and procreate is the same one that will make you gag and
choke like a stroke victim when a pretty woman smiles at you.
Moral of the story: Dating is rife with trials
and tribulations that can completely destroy your sense of self. Even worse, the introspection that is
required to do the online dating thing can completely obliterate any faith you
have in yourself. Don’t let it get
you down.
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