Today I saw The Most Beautiful Girl In The World (an Ideal thats constantly shifting) working in a Bakery in Newtown.
She had AshBlonde hair, thick black eyebrows, slightly anorexic but with high cheekbones. She looked as if she were in terrible pain, almost like she were dying. Naturally I bought a Blueberry Bagel from her. She smiled, which in turn made me smile, but the procedure of this slight Social Interaction had naturally come to an End. Just like a good foreign film that finishes too soon, I was stood there watching the Credits fly out of nowhere, their proverbial text scrolling in her Eyes, the Lights had come up, the curtains closed across her Fringe, & I was pressured to leave my Seat so the next patrons could visit the Show.
As I reluctantly shuffled my way back onto King St, I started thinking about the Division, & just how hard it actually is Out There for a Single Guy these days. Im somewhere between Carrie Bradshaw & Hank Moody, see. Im definitely not a chain-smoking sex columnist nor am I a veracious, successful womanizer. I am simply a young, straight single male in their mid 20s, so what have I to complain about? Well, lets start with the Barrier.
I forgive the majority of girls, single ones especially, my age, these days from putting up an immediate permanent Asshole Shield. Admittedly the majority of guys my age are absolute Dicks. Sleaze-bags with no old school charm, etiquette, morals, or ethics for social interaction with the opposite sex. Guys who grew up and learnt everything they know from lewd, unartistic fuck films of the 90s and only had corrupt shallow action figures to look up to. Again, I forgive a certain minority of these young lads as they simply dont know any better. But given we live in the age of the amazing, beautiful creation that is the Internet, and our education system, community, with which offer up countless, innumerable books, magazines, outlets for educating the young gentleman on a better upbringing. It still astonishes me that Nine times out of Ten, your charmless young boy will choose say the Cowboy over the Gentleman.
It is confusing, I admit. I have lived through the transition from Nice Guys Finish Last, which said to Men it was ok to beat your wife and blow smoke in their face because you were given the right at birth, to the SNAG movement, which I believe is coming to a disparate fading out, leaving only Metros who morphed into Emos who morphed into Faux Gays, leaving a trail of complete ambigious androgyny behind them. It is no wonder the Ladies dont know who to trust.
So when someone like me comes along, offering up the beauty of simplicity: friendship, smiles, laughs, with no other hidden catch other than the Hope that You will like me (which is not so hidden after all) the Shield goes up, like a Terminator and they start scanning for the Flaws, the potential for Damage & Heartbreak, the possibility of a wife beater, a sleaze-bag, a douche-bag, a Fuck&Runner, the list goes on. So much, in fact, its probably assumed that given the wide array of vast genres, one must fall into some kind of category, and therefore its immediately assumed by the girl that one is most likely a waste of time to begin with. Because, as much as I hate to admit this, Life is not always like a Film or a Sitcom (though some of my adventures may be worthy of a pilot episode at least). The few times I have simply tried talking to a cute girl at a coffee shop, within context, and quite politely mind you, I have been completely shut down.
Is there some kind of Game that Im missing here? Isnt it these kind of Games, like the one illustrated by Mr Neil Strauss that got us into all this trouble to begin with? But Im here, Girls, to tell you that We are out there. The Ones who have learnt from all the others. Who dont treat It like a Game, but rather a natural extension from the Heart to the External. We dont aim to pick up, thats not the Goal. The Goal is, for me at least, to be a proud, happy, successful, respected Man, and you lovely young ladies are the Bonus Prize along the ride. And as I said, if along my ride, a cute girl happens to come into my world, can you really blame me for simply asking them out for coffee?
So I beg you, Girls of the World, whilst you may have temporarily lowered your Swords (being politely denied is much preferred to being insulted, but it still hurts), Please put down your Shields and let Us in to your Hearts. After all, Its cold out, and I need someone to watch Gossip Girl with.
She had AshBlonde hair, thick black eyebrows, slightly anorexic but with high cheekbones. She looked as if she were in terrible pain, almost like she were dying. Naturally I bought a Blueberry Bagel from her. She smiled, which in turn made me smile, but the procedure of this slight Social Interaction had naturally come to an End. Just like a good foreign film that finishes too soon, I was stood there watching the Credits fly out of nowhere, their proverbial text scrolling in her Eyes, the Lights had come up, the curtains closed across her Fringe, & I was pressured to leave my Seat so the next patrons could visit the Show.
As I reluctantly shuffled my way back onto King St, I started thinking about the Division, & just how hard it actually is Out There for a Single Guy these days. Im somewhere between Carrie Bradshaw & Hank Moody, see. Im definitely not a chain-smoking sex columnist nor am I a veracious, successful womanizer. I am simply a young, straight single male in their mid 20s, so what have I to complain about? Well, lets start with the Barrier.
I forgive the majority of girls, single ones especially, my age, these days from putting up an immediate permanent Asshole Shield. Admittedly the majority of guys my age are absolute Dicks. Sleaze-bags with no old school charm, etiquette, morals, or ethics for social interaction with the opposite sex. Guys who grew up and learnt everything they know from lewd, unartistic fuck films of the 90s and only had corrupt shallow action figures to look up to. Again, I forgive a certain minority of these young lads as they simply dont know any better. But given we live in the age of the amazing, beautiful creation that is the Internet, and our education system, community, with which offer up countless, innumerable books, magazines, outlets for educating the young gentleman on a better upbringing. It still astonishes me that Nine times out of Ten, your charmless young boy will choose say the Cowboy over the Gentleman.
It is confusing, I admit. I have lived through the transition from Nice Guys Finish Last, which said to Men it was ok to beat your wife and blow smoke in their face because you were given the right at birth, to the SNAG movement, which I believe is coming to a disparate fading out, leaving only Metros who morphed into Emos who morphed into Faux Gays, leaving a trail of complete ambigious androgyny behind them. It is no wonder the Ladies dont know who to trust.
So when someone like me comes along, offering up the beauty of simplicity: friendship, smiles, laughs, with no other hidden catch other than the Hope that You will like me (which is not so hidden after all) the Shield goes up, like a Terminator and they start scanning for the Flaws, the potential for Damage & Heartbreak, the possibility of a wife beater, a sleaze-bag, a douche-bag, a Fuck&Runner, the list goes on. So much, in fact, its probably assumed that given the wide array of vast genres, one must fall into some kind of category, and therefore its immediately assumed by the girl that one is most likely a waste of time to begin with. Because, as much as I hate to admit this, Life is not always like a Film or a Sitcom (though some of my adventures may be worthy of a pilot episode at least). The few times I have simply tried talking to a cute girl at a coffee shop, within context, and quite politely mind you, I have been completely shut down.
Is there some kind of Game that Im missing here? Isnt it these kind of Games, like the one illustrated by Mr Neil Strauss that got us into all this trouble to begin with? But Im here, Girls, to tell you that We are out there. The Ones who have learnt from all the others. Who dont treat It like a Game, but rather a natural extension from the Heart to the External. We dont aim to pick up, thats not the Goal. The Goal is, for me at least, to be a proud, happy, successful, respected Man, and you lovely young ladies are the Bonus Prize along the ride. And as I said, if along my ride, a cute girl happens to come into my world, can you really blame me for simply asking them out for coffee?
So I beg you, Girls of the World, whilst you may have temporarily lowered your Swords (being politely denied is much preferred to being insulted, but it still hurts), Please put down your Shields and let Us in to your Hearts. After all, Its cold out, and I need someone to watch Gossip Girl with.
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Just wanted to say thats a wikid pic with u in the SG shirt! haha! Love it!