Sunday, May 27, 2012
She was right
So who was right. Sexy Sailor. She told me that I was always "on", always making jokes and all that stuff. So I tried talking to this girl at the bar only I kept my jokes at a minimum. We had a nice conversation, she hugged me goodbye, so Sexy Sailor was right. It's weird, I think this girl likes me and hopes to see me again. I don't know if I want to though. I think I'm finally at that point where I don't want to date. I definitely don't want to have sex or anything like that. Maybe a bit of nude wrestling but that's it. I don't understand. I've been so sad for the past 5 years of being alone. I thought it was me that was the problem. Nope it was them. I only seemed to hit on women out of my league or those who were nuts. So now I choose to live alone, I choose to die alone, and on my own terms. That is I don't want to be nagged to death. I will die in a Spanish speaking country trying to catch fish with a shoe-lace and pop tab. I am still open to the idea of slave girls though. Hmm. So last week I decided to become a villain. Now I want to isolate myself from the world. I'm sensing a pattern.