equal time
Aug. 1st, 2003 11:05 amThere was a girl who looked like a cross between Siouxsie Sioux and Anna Paquin at Noiselab last night. I wanted her bad. (There was also a French looking chick that I wanted Steve to talk to, but he was off his game.) She'd walked in with a bunch of goth punky types who looked rather incongruous among all the scenesters. I was amused greatly; fish-out-of-water humor is always a winnar with me.
I had a nice time although I really had to jet earlier than I wanted. Apart from shaking my rump I talked a bit with
billyfleetwood about employment crap. I rather liked being unemployed for about the first four months. By month six or seven I was really getting antsy, and only survived by shutting down my brain. I think at least; it's kind of hard to remember.
I was thinking last night that it sucks to be an attractive female because you never know if the guy just wants you because you're hot or what. Men are rather predictable in that they'll put up with a lot of shit to be with a good-looking girl. I mean, sure, you get laid a lot more than unattractive females if you put forth some effort, but the truth of the matter is that a lot of sex is far more enticing when it's just with one person. Or, ok, a lot of hot teenagers. But anyway, when you can't trust the guy who calls you every day to even think about the R-word without freaking, what's the point?
I had a nice time although I really had to jet earlier than I wanted. Apart from shaking my rump I talked a bit with
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I was thinking last night that it sucks to be an attractive female because you never know if the guy just wants you because you're hot or what. Men are rather predictable in that they'll put up with a lot of shit to be with a good-looking girl. I mean, sure, you get laid a lot more than unattractive females if you put forth some effort, but the truth of the matter is that a lot of sex is far more enticing when it's just with one person. Or, ok, a lot of hot teenagers. But anyway, when you can't trust the guy who calls you every day to even think about the R-word without freaking, what's the point?