i hate dealing with people sometimes.
so if someone says to you "i have no interest in a relationship, i just want to hang out every once in a while and maybe fuck when we can", you'd think they were telling the truth right?
but if after hanging out a few times they start texting all the time about wanting to hang out and they want you to meet their friends and they're always saying things like "i just really like being around you" and "when can i come over to your place and meet all your friends" and stuff like that... you'd think maybe their first statement was false, right? or if you're legitimately busy and say you don't have time to meet that week and they send texts every day asking if you're free that night? and leave messages on your facebook? blech.
it's not like she's terrible, i just don't have any interest like that. and if she wanted more, she should say so rather than just acting like our first conversation never happened. come on, just say what you mean, you know?
the truth is, except for a few very very rare cases, i'm much happier being alone. it takes a lot for me to want to have some type of commitment. and not in the "i'm afraid of commitment" cliche, but in the "i'm pretty ok on my own and unless you really wow me, i don't need the entanglements", kind of way. my ideal life would be to buy my own island and live on it. i'd want people to visit, sure. but it'd be so peaceful without them. as long as i had tons of movies and tv shows to watch, books and comics to read, and access to the internet (with a lifetime subscription to the most amazingly beautiful girls on the internet, suicidegirls, natch) i'd be happy.
a guy can dream, right?
for now i think i'll just hang out with the pack of dogs that never seem to leave me alone. they like to chew things up that don't belong to them, but they're cute so they can get away with it.
on a lighter note i had the most amazing time monday night. it's too late to start typing about it tonight but i need to get it out somewhere soon. it involves a 27 year old dude with aspergers, tons of beer, and a strip club where we were the only customers. yeah. it's insane.
so if someone says to you "i have no interest in a relationship, i just want to hang out every once in a while and maybe fuck when we can", you'd think they were telling the truth right?
but if after hanging out a few times they start texting all the time about wanting to hang out and they want you to meet their friends and they're always saying things like "i just really like being around you" and "when can i come over to your place and meet all your friends" and stuff like that... you'd think maybe their first statement was false, right? or if you're legitimately busy and say you don't have time to meet that week and they send texts every day asking if you're free that night? and leave messages on your facebook? blech.
it's not like she's terrible, i just don't have any interest like that. and if she wanted more, she should say so rather than just acting like our first conversation never happened. come on, just say what you mean, you know?
the truth is, except for a few very very rare cases, i'm much happier being alone. it takes a lot for me to want to have some type of commitment. and not in the "i'm afraid of commitment" cliche, but in the "i'm pretty ok on my own and unless you really wow me, i don't need the entanglements", kind of way. my ideal life would be to buy my own island and live on it. i'd want people to visit, sure. but it'd be so peaceful without them. as long as i had tons of movies and tv shows to watch, books and comics to read, and access to the internet (with a lifetime subscription to the most amazingly beautiful girls on the internet, suicidegirls, natch) i'd be happy.
a guy can dream, right?
for now i think i'll just hang out with the pack of dogs that never seem to leave me alone. they like to chew things up that don't belong to them, but they're cute so they can get away with it.
on a lighter note i had the most amazing time monday night. it's too late to start typing about it tonight but i need to get it out somewhere soon. it involves a 27 year old dude with aspergers, tons of beer, and a strip club where we were the only customers. yeah. it's insane.