November 19, 2002

Man am I off my

Man am I off my game. I think I've got SAD. Since the Student Journalist dumped me the other day, I've been depressed.

I didn't even like her that much.

Bah.
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November 17, 2002

Question of the night that

Question of the night that I was debating with Sid the other day: In a straight couple, if the woman sleeps with another woman, and the man doesn't mind, it's not cheating.

My position is that it's not, not because it's not meaningful, but because it's something that a man simply can't offer. And while it's not "fair" to men to look at it that way, since there are far more "straight" girls who want to sleep with other women than men that want to sleep with other men. Candidly, though, women have better orgasms than men, we deal with the fact that nothing is fair.

I think that in part it's because I'm your typical straight guy, hoping that if his girlfriend sleeps with another girl, she'll bring her home to me at some point. Of course, that's not quite the way reality works but hey, they're my goddamned fantasies, write your own.
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November 16, 2002

I've got a crush on...

I've got a crush on... I don't even have a nickname for her.

She's nice, she's sweet, she's a coworker, she's dating another coworker, she's incredibly beautiful, and friendlier to me than is healthy when dealing with a girl who is dating one of my bosses.

But damn she's beautiful. And sweet. Ugh.
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November 15, 2002

Saw the Jaguar. My wish

Saw the Jaguar. My wish is the world's command. Got some mighty fine action.
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The Jaguar has been reading

The Jaguar has been reading the Kama Sutra before bed each night since she's met me. Good lord.
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November 14, 2002

Went to a concert with

Went to a concert with The Beauty, another lawyer, and a coworker last night. I had warned the coworker that I'd had a brief little thing with the Beauty (it was a one night stand/long weekend) but that she wasn't off limits because she's not.

Oddly, it turns out that they knew each other because they'd already slept together.

I nearly vomited, since I've had a crush on her for who knows how long. The Beauty seemed oblivious to my discomfort. She and the Cuban both cause me agita. The Beauty is the only person I know who it takes me like 20 minutes of talking to to warm up to.

Fortunately, the Beauty acted so oblivious and cool about it my ego was saved. It didn't hurt that Sid allowed the Beauty and I to smoke some of the phat shit in Sid's apartment, and then fed me a ribeye.

For the record, if I'm ever depressed and can't rollerblade, a bag of weed and a great hunk of meat, well, that'll do me. God, I haven't gotten laid in like, 2 weeks. I need to.
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November 13, 2002

The student journalist told me

The student journalist told me she wanted to be "friends" and that she'd "see me around." I responded "no, you won't" and refuse to take her calls, return her emails and have blocked her on IM.

Standing me up is very foolish. Don't.

Sid and I had a conversation last night about my favorite topic: me. Sid cleared up what sid was going to say about me in person. It's really not that bad, Sid, you could totally have said it here, but whatever. I take your meaning.

The problem as I see it is that if you _don't_ act balls out and cocky and so forth, the women you meet will run all over you, witness my relationships pre 9/11. And if you do, then all they want you for is sex? I can live with that.

I personally believe, however, that a woman who wants a man for sex and then is pleasantly surprised to find out that in addition to chemistry there's an emotional connection to, that's a woman who will have a very deep bond with you. That's what I believe. I don't think, on the flip side, that you can go from being some sort of nice sweet person to being a lover. Or, rarely. Generally speaking, we call nice sweet people either "friends" or "whipped" and I don't like being either (with certain women).
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November 11, 2002

Karma, it seems, has popped

Karma, it seems, has popped a cap in my ass.

The Biter called to get together on Sunday, but then no showed and didn't call.

I miss the Cuban again.

This is getting redundant and annoying.
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November 6, 2002

jaguar came back. --------

jaguar came back.
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November 4, 2002

The student journalist and I

The student journalist and I were supposed to get together tonight, she said I should call her.

No answer when I called.

I'm cutting her loose, too. Nobody stands me up twice. Nobody.
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The Jaguar dumped me. Came

The Jaguar dumped me.

Came to my house at 1:45 in the morning, after a date with some nice guy she couldn't take home because he didn't turn her on. Came over and we fucked like crazed weasels. Woke up the next morning and fucked like crazed weasels again. Several times. She sucked me like I was a goddamned cocaine drip or something.

And then she emailed me, all contrite, that she couldn't see me anymore, that she couldn't date me because she'd left a date with a guy she really likes because the sex with me was so good she couldn't imagine going home with him and so left to come see me instead.

I'm actually depressed about this.
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November 3, 2002

I hate women. Have I

I hate women. Have I mentioned that? My really deep seated deeply rooted misogyny? Women do things like invite you over to their house for a party and say stupid shit like "I can't date you because you broke my heart really badly. Why don't you love me as much as I love you?"

blah. I'm not the first for any of these girls. I'm just the go to guy for sex. bleh. stupid.

I just got a call from a chick who is on a date. She's got to figure out a way to ditch the date that took her out tonight so she can come over here. christ. I keep getting used for sex. It's overrated.

Give me one single totally amazing woman, beautiful, brilliant, kinky, devastating in every way, and I'll walk away from the life I'm leading. The merry go round wears thin sometimes.
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November 1, 2002

1) I am as horny

1) I am as horny as I've ever been, I think. Women are warned: stay away unless you don't intend to walk the next day. I'm liable to fuck just about anybody halfway attractive in the next 48 hours. I should get a sign that says "keep back 50 feet unless you want to get fucked"

2) Because The Freshman is having a party, I can't make plans with the Jaguar.

3) Because my best friend's exgirlfriend is having a party and I've been invited to it by The Beauty, I can't make plans tonight, either.

4) I am not going to get laid this weekend unless I take very proactive steps (or unless one of you readers out there wants a piece of the action)

5) I want to kiss pretty girls this weekend.
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