A Bad Man in a Bad Place

Hi there. If you're new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!

Here’s an interesting idea that I’ve just had.

So, the “I’ve Been Rejected” t-shirt is resounding success. If I had the rights to it, I’d market the hell out of it, but I understand what they’re doing over there at the Rejection Show and I respect it. So I can’t do that.

And as you may have read, I’ve recently been effectively laid off.

But I still want to get up to interesting things. I’ve wanted to try something for awhile now. I’ve got different T-Shirt ideas and a few hat ideas. I’d like to make prototypes using Lids.com and Cafepress or whomever and get these things made and then wear them into the world and report back with the response.

Sadly, with the economy the way it is, I can’t afford this. If I were a real writer at say, Esquire or something, they’d pay for my shenanigans and that would be fabulous. Instead, I’m a blogger, and so I have to turn to my readers.

Here’s the idea I have. I will post items that I want to create. You will sponsor the creation of said items. I will wear them out in New York City and write about how they turn out. I’ve got some VERY specific ideas.

If any of them work, I’ll make them into products and sell them here. Once I sell enough of the item to buy one for myself, whoever donated the most money to get the item started will get the original, as worn by me. Never fear, I’ll wash them first. I’ll even figure out a way to autograph them, if you’d like, although I suggest wearing them instead.

For my more money oriented readers out there, what’s the best way to arrange this? Anyone have thoughts to add to this scheme?

I think I’m going to need between $30 & $50 per for each object.

Unless one of you, gentle readers, knows people who can make t-shirts and ball caps for me.

Also? I need a logo. I need a logo and so forth so I can brand these badmanbadplace gear. Obviously, I won’t be branding my prototype (can’t out myself TOO far…) but I would like to brand subsequent iterations.

What do you think?

It’s nice to see you all. When I left before it was because I had run out of things to say. If you’re stopping by, as always, you’re encouraged to leave a comment. For reference, for those of you that are astrology types, I’m a Leo. With Leo rising, apparently into Leo (the big cat licking itself, maybe?). Which means that I thrive on attention.

Or you could just call me a narcissist. I’ve been called such before.

Note that your comments drive me to write, and a lack of comments drive me to sloth.

Hello world, who’s out there reading?

Back in the days of the Nerve Boards, I befriended a woman who went by the nickname StarryNight (and honey, if you’re reading, email me, eh?)

She described herself, when we discussed it, as “Not Ugly.”  Her picture belied this, she was more than not ugly, she was downright beautiful.  I wondered why she said that she was not ugly, and she told me that only assholes pursue women because of how they look.  I was taken aback, at age 24, ranking women by a scale of 1-10, and being your typical 20-something brat.

I got over that as I got older, and the women I dated were all over the map.  They all had one thing in common, though, which is that I liked them as people.

When people ask how I get away with what I get away with, and make no mistake, I “get away” with a lot, the reason, I tell them, is that I’m not ugly.  I’m nowhere near as attractive as Starry Night was, but I understand her point now.

When I was in bed with a woman awhile ago and she told me how hot I was, I got really uncomfortable.  I’m sure it was meant as dirty talk and as a compliment, but at that moment, I felt like such a piece of meat that it really didn’t help the mood.  No matter how good looking I am or am not, what is inside me is what matters and that, right now, is a bit screwed up.

I think what I’m saying is two different things.  I’ve come back here because I am in a new and entirely different Bad Place, and when they say beauty is skin deep, it’s true.  Beware of too many compliments, they’re difficult on the people who receive them.

Note - I’m not Brad Pitt by any stretch, but my results may not be replicable by all audience members because I am Not Ugly.

Does anyone use Blogshares?

I was reading Details in the shower this morning and I started to think to myself - “I could do that.”  And then I looked at the Time Out Dating Issue (P.S. Julia - if you like girls, email me and The Writer…) and after that I remembered that in the old days on this site I used to give a fair bit of advice to people (and surprisingly, it turned out pretty well.

So.

I would like to start again.  Moxie does it.  I used to do it.  And I was good at it.

Got questions?  About dating, relationships, pickup, holding your man/woman, sex, etc?  Send ‘em on and I’ll take a swing at them.  You’ve got nothing to lose, and everything to gain.   Me?  I want to have enough of a corpus that I don’t feel silly suggesting to Details that I might be able to do better than what they’ve got right now.

Anything?  Bring it on.

Two bits of unsought validation today.

A lithe 21 year old with no body fat who was writhing on me for around a half an hour, when asked how old I was, guessed 24. Under by 7 years, but I can work with it.

In addition to the two girls who catcalled me with “foxy foxy” on Friday, a stunning black woman (with whom I would later have no interaction) told me that I “was sexy and should be a model.”

These, plus lots of other factors are making me reassess an awful lot about me.

I am exhausted from 48+ hours with Princess. We hit PS1, I Robot, dinners at Loreley and Lan…

I am quite happy and sated.

Yum.

I have tons to report but I’m way too exhausted at the moment. Highlights include two dinners with TaiChi (where he attempted to snake her from me as payback for what I did the other night. Lots of stories to tell. First, however, collapse in an exhausted and dehydrated ball on my bed for the evening.

One quickie before bed, and the rest tomorrow.

TaiChi was hitting on Princess as payback. I was cool with it, because, frankly, if it was successful, I wouldn’t want to date her, and if it wasn’t, well, it would be interesting to watch. Let him run his game and see what she does.

We were talking about the fact that I tie her up but she never ties me. That I’d hog-tied her on our third date, and that I was very much the dominant between the two of us.

“How is it that he manages to tie you up but you don’t tie him” he asked.
“I just submit” she grinned, and fluttered her eyelashes a little. TaiChi laughed his infectuous laugh, a full body laugh, shook his head, and admitted that he couldn’t do a damn thing to get between us.

The Liberal emailed me about some trouble she’s having, and reiterated her position that she’s not cut out for life in New York City.

Two notes:

1) I didn’t shake at the email (yay for GFTOW)
2) I’m marginally sad that my mental plan when she left, that I’d do some self improvement and she’d be back, won’t happen.
3) It’s not over until we’re all dead.

Since this is a pseudonymous site, and I’m trying to keep myself anonymous, and the same for the people I write about, imagine my minor worry when I see yahoo mail in my referer logs.

One part says that it’s great to have people talking and so forth.

The other part wonders who is emailing.

I have a type. 5′6-5′10. Dark hair, light eyes, or at least, expressive eyes. Smile that lights up a room. Not skinny like a model (always afraid I’ll break those) and not fat, but shaped like a woman - ass, tits, hips. A little fat’s not a bad thing. A lot of fat is.

For years women have thought that I’m attracted to blondes, because as a natural, I had women hanging off of me, and anyone who has choice chooses blondes, apparently. As a frustrated chump, i had a hard time seeing the interest of the women who were hanging off of me, to the point of, in college once, being in bed with a girl in the dark, just talking. Nothing happening. Think about that.

I get picked up enough at this point to know what I’m doing in that direction, and that’s great, but it doesn’t give me the kind of choices I’d have from doing the pickups myself.

I don’t suffer from a lack of pussy. I suffer from a lack of self confidence that I can hold that pussy once I find the one(s) I want. Or, historically I have, I think I’m probably over that by now, since learning what I learned with the Liberal.

The GFTOW project is hard to complete when I’ve got 15 hour work days, but I’m on it now.

FriendsterCleavage is turning out to be quite a submissive little sex kitten, whose unfulfilled fantasy is having a man “force” her to be with another woman. I can accomodate that. She gave me a cam show the other night around midnight while I was at work. Quite a nice body she’s got.

Found old pictures of the Developer on my hard drive. Heh. I was so in love. Silly me.