Love sucks.

How would you date someone if they aren't a target?

Love is fantastic. Even when one ends you get to experience it all over again with someone new. Only time you can chase the same high.

Yeah. What he said.

Women make great friends except for the whole "completely irrational emotion" part of the equation. They can turn on you in a heartbeat over anything, everything and/or nothing.

I sincerely doubt it.

Like, this isn't even me being pessimistic.









Silver lining, of course, that with my track record of being irresistible to other dude's serious girlfriends and fiancee, that I probably have better odds with this woman being taken than I did with her being single.








After exercising for the last hour for the first time in a year, I've found that I give incredibly fewer ****s about the whole thing now. Now my major concern is finding something out of the 20 different foods I eat that won't totally undo my workout progress today. THAT is the real struggle.

I know some heterosexual men that will give eachother a quick nut tap upon greeting.

Don't tell us about irrational.

I'm imagining this before you engage:

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8jOLnUScy...e1-620x574.jpg

Yes. It's a numbers game.

In the time I could talk to 10 women at a bar, one of which I might be compatible with if I'm lucky, I can probably find 10 girls I already know I have things in common with online.


Yeah, not really. I don't want to hang out with ugly chicks, and I want to **** the hot ones. All of them. All of the time.

A woman must pass a certain number of filters before she gets me to buy her anything.

I don't think nut taps have much to do with irrational emotion. More a lack of maturity.

We men do have our own wacky cycles and anyone with or without external genitalia can be unstable at times, but I don't think we're in the same ballpark as a gender in general terms when it comes to emotional swings and/or a fickle nature.

I'd be okay with just some noodling for maybe 30 minutes every fifth day or so. I'm not asking for the moon here or anything. Just someone to keep me company that isn't a dude, isn't dating / engaged / married to a dude, my cat or my mother.

Ha! You run a spreadsheet?

Incorrect. If you have a titanium nail rig for dabs for your bong, you can chase the feeling of the first time you ever got reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally high.

I will be the crazy old lady in the mountains rocking on the porch with my pretty little .45, my glass bowl, and my flower. I feel like a crackhead when I'm dabbing.

Only people born after 1980 like the fuss.