Parejas

We always speak to them with our noses up. They are the couples we talk to, and we are the single people. They don’t really branch out and attempt to make connection, or flirt, or joke about dirty things. And we color them foolish for this reason, even going as far as asking ourselves,in our inner dialogue, why on earth you would come to a party if you were part of a couple. We go along labeling them restricted, pitying them a bit, and really appreciating the fact that we single people are so free.

Alas at the end of the day, any intelligent single person, envies them. Around the time we come back to our boxed shelter, empty handed and realize that those same people are probably having a very warm time with each other, is when the sting known as casually observed couples really kicks in.

The trade-off of course is freedom, hanging out with a couple is like hanging out with congress, you don’t really get things done unless there is a majority vote. I suspect couples know when a single person is fed up with their indecisiveness, but they don’t seem to care. And really why would they? they have each other.

We live in a city, where people do the best they can not to let the cracks and voids in their personalities show to the people they spend time with. Couple are especially good at this because one member is always around to jump in when their is a risk of the other members flaws being exposed.

Simply put, single people have to fend for themselves, and couples have another human being constantly backing them. Its like having triple A to cover your ass.

The End of the Clam

Its my nature really. Im charming almost always. Its how my mind reacts to fresh pussy. I meet these girls, lay the groundwork for all sorts of possibilities and then watch them unfold in completely unexpected ways. The only problem is, this way, in which im wired, negates any possibility for an actual companion. Rather it encourages promiscuous activity in my direction. Spoken like some kind of man whore in denial.

I was at a party with two girls dancing on me, not so much by choice, but rather by a coincidence strongly fueled by a couple of past introductory bump-ins laced heavily with flirtation.

Somewhere in the midst of 80’s beats, I knew, I always know, that the door of vagina would come to a close at the end of the night. At least until next time.

The very simple difference, I stride for the permanent but end up in a loop of the temporary. I loath this nomad-esque lifestyle of jumping from snatch to snatch. But that’s just me.

I can reel the fishies in, but they always escape the boat somehow.

Who Really Knows What Any Of It Really Means.

I realized something extremely important today about human nature. So important and yet so vaguely cryptic I surely wont remember it, but should definitely make an effort to.

Ive been trying for the last 4 years of my life, to create a set of standards, rules, basic criteria on the topic of human nature, so that I can predict how it is people will react to things I decide to say. I’ve been thinking with every social gathering that I finally hit the nail on the head, that I finally have it figured out. And then I go to the next one and am shocked and surprised by what transpires, even with the arsenal of experiences gained from past observations.

The thing is I figured out I never will be able to come up with a definitive human nature rule-book, but I don’t seem to want to stop. I want with a deep passion to be a social god. That’s not to say I’m bad in social situation, on the contrary they have always been my strong point. But something inside me wants to improve past a point that most people only think about every now and again. I want to be able to walk into a room and have an instant opening in every conversation. This status would of course take the guess work, and more importantly the creativity out of it. The creativity that comes with observing a girl from across the room, and fiddling with words and the English language in your head, trying to think of something clever, funny and charismatic to say.

Why is it that when you say the words “Turning Point”, it sounds so glorious and reserved. Like you should only really have 2 or 3 in your entire life. I feel like every time I come to a hard conclusion its a “Turning Point”.
Something interesting awakened in me with all this new data to process. The next morning was oozing the raw taint of a subtle hang-over.

I passed by her in my car while looking for parking. Something about her ringed biologically perfect to me. She was that perfect height for me that I’ve learned to really savor due to it scarcity. I parked and walked down her street with a face stuck in a mode that could only be caused by a hang over. Still I could feel the slight optimism in my mouths muscles. I stopped by her while she was talking on her phone and asked for a cigarette, trying to keep at a whisper, she hung up the phone, probably worn out by the voice-mail function and gave me one.

“How old are you?”, bio-goddess asked.
“18″.
“Not old enough to smoke” she almost interrupts.
“Yeah I’m actually 18, I know I look young”
“But you have to be 19 to buy ciggs”
My next look was part confusion, part confrontation.
“Nah, just 18, I do it all the time.”
“Oh maybe its up here”
“Probably. Where are you from?”
“Utah”
“Oh”
I proceeded to slowly pull out my cigarette pack, making sure she took notice.
“I’m not going to lie to you, I actually have my own. I suppose the jig is up, purely by choice on my part. I came over because something caught my eye. You could say I learned a lot of things last night. One of which is to go after what you want. I’m also a bit hazed as to where this conversation would lead us. See after we are done smoking our respective cigarette’s, we don’t have a lot of options. And I don’t particularly want that. See somewhere on a purely subconscious level, that I don’t really want to even understand, I like something about you, enough to actually want to get to know you, and not just have some shit-quick small-talk for a cigarette. You could say your exterior has enticed me to get to know your interior.”

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