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This is one of those rare times a song has inspired me. As lame as it will sound, Nickelback's "Burn it to the Ground" is the song in question. It's just put me in a mood where I had a moment of clarity. I'm done being nice. My entire dating life, I've tried to be nice, and thoughtful and to really understand how to make someone happy. And most of my dating life, I've been successful. The thing of it is, I've always been successful with my second choice. For almost every girl I've dated, there has been one more that I found more interesting, or better yet, more intriguing. I just wasn't devilish enough to suit their tastes.

Well I'm done with it, I even took the first steps tonight. There was a girl that I was being nice with, and it was getting me nowhere. So I flipped it on its head and finally excepted the fact that I am both terrible and perverted. And those are my redeeming qualities. And sadly enough, its working. I just laid the shit on the line, added a little danger and presto, instant success. The small voice in the back of my head that tells me this is a bad idea has been reduced to a whisper as I give in to everything I think but never say, and the only scary thing left that it now repeats is this; "If this works that well, then what reason will I ever have to stop?". Well that's just what I'm gonna find out. I'm going to push the limits and get into all the trouble my brain thinks about and craves, and when its done we'll all get to know the answer. How far can you push it before it stops being fun?

This blog will now be given over to narcissistic recounts of successes and failures in a weekly installment that if not insightful, should at least prove entertaining. Insight was getting me nowhere with first choice, so can you really blame me?