SubscribeEvery girl that I’ve encountered on my wild adventure has either been emotionally distressed, way too young, way too old, afraid of passing out in my presence from excitement, or a virgin. I’m by no means against the fact that these girls are virgins. In fact, sometimes it’s better for me because then I approach the situation without any intentions of having sex. Of course there is the flip side to that which is that I always become attached immediately and want to have sex anyways. As a result, I’ve either sprinted away as fast as I could or things have fizzled out quickly. The question is this: am I having a lot of bad luck with this string of negative experiences or am I simply making great decisions about all these girls? My girl friends typically answer as follows: “You’re definitely making good decisions, bust out your ten foot pole and keep your distance you dumbass!” Guys, as you might guess, answer like this: “Well, I can’t speak for you but I’d just do it because you have a free pass – you’re leaving soon anyways! That’s the best deal of all time. ‘I’m leaving town’ sex is the best thing since sandwiches!”
What Do You Want?
What do you want right now? Who are you looking for? What are you trying to accomplish in your life? Cole wrote about compromise as somewhat of a slippery slope in that sometimes we give up things we enjoy for other people (but really for our own happiness in the end.) I’m winding down my year out of the country and it’s made me think about what I want from my life. Cole’s right; 23 is a weird age and I’m literally at a loss for words with what I should or will do next. Oddly enough I know that there is one thing I want.
“Poor boys and pilgrims with families and we are going to Graceland!” – Paul Simon
Compromise
Lately I’ve been thinking. Well, that’s a lie; I’m always thinking and dreaming up some theory or social critique or sexual hypothesis. But recently, I’ve been wondering about what it means to compromise.
23 is a weird age. Generally we have just graduated college, and are trying to figure out what to do with our lives amidst a small quarter-life crisis.
Most 23 year olds’ crises revolve around career. Now more than ever, both guys and girls are freaking out about what they are going to do with our lives.
The other freak-out option is relationships. Read on…
Sumpin’ New
I’ve been blogging a lot more than I usually do (reading others, that is) and I think for that reason I’m gonna do a little experiment. We started this thing about five months back as a way to write down our feelings in a comprehensive, cathartic, and clever manner. That has meant a lot of things to both Cole and I, with a few samples listed here: theorems, rants about obvious plugs for boning, stories about plucking anal virginities, numerous lists, and poems of desperation. I’ve tried my heart out to be creative, riveting, compelling, but most of all, honest. I try to post whatever is on my mind. Most of the time, that comes out in short, less than 1000 words posts that have a story, some animated characters, and usually some sex slipped in this hole or that orifice. Today, I’m going to just type whatever comes up in my head until the word count thingy says 1000. Here goes. That’s two less words I can use. Shit. (10)
A Whisper For Assistance
“He thinks he drinks too much cause when he tells his two best friends, ‘I think I drink too much’ no one speaks.” – Dave Grohl, from ‘Friend Of A Friend,’ written in 1995 during the recording of the Nirvana record ‘Nevermind.’ It was one of the first songs he ever wrote.
This actually happened to me a few times in college: I would jokingly say to my friends, “I think I drink too much.” A lightning quick (but painfully obvious) silence would ensue, and then they’d break out in laughter. I really don’t believe that I ever did drink too much, but there were times where I felt like perhaps it was overkill. It was college though, and although it wasn’t particularly pragmatic, I had a good time and so did everyone else. If you need any proof that both Cole and I had a blast in college, read our Absurd Hook Up Stories page.
Bliss Connection
