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Not much has changed since the last time I updated this thing. Work work work. Nothing much to report.
I've tried to increase my amount of "going out" in order to meet guys...and it's impossible. Where are they hiding? I really should not have this much trouble. I know I have high standards, but damn! Are there really no more hot, charming, straight, single guys left in NYC? Where do they go for fun?
I don't even understand "going out" or the sanctity of people's Friday and Saturday nights. I do like going to bars now, if they have the right vibe and I'm with the right people. I'll even drink up to one very watered-down cocktail (if someone else is buying). But it's usually just Jen and I, and we're both kind of shy. If anyone wants to be my wingwoman, I will personally treat you to drinks if you get cute guys to talk to me (assuming we find this magical place where they hide).
I blame my pickiness on biology. Women are programmed to choose a mate that has the optimal DNA to pass onto her children. It doesn't matter whether you want children or not, it's just instincts. I have special DNA. I'm a redhead, and redheads are slowly but surely being phased out of the gene pool. It's either one of two situations: either my instincts are telling me I need the guy with the best DNA out there to pass on my genetics successfully, or, this is why redheads are dying out in the first place; we also have the picky gene!
I also believe strongly in pheromones, especially for myself. This is why meeting people on the internet is kind of a waste of time. The physical and/or mental attraction may be there, but it's nothing without sparks. And what causes those sparks? Chemistry. Je ne sais quoi. Complementary pheromones. Thinking back on the very few good dates I've been on or times when I met a guy that I liked, it had nothing to do with what he did or wore or whatever. Well, what was it?
OK, enough of that rant. I can't wait for Thanksgiving! I haven't had 4 days off in, well, since I started working 6 months ago! Actually I don't think I even have Friday off technically, but I gotta take it regardlessly.
I'm turning 22 one month from today, and that scares me. I don't want my youth to be over. However, I'm trying to plan a kickass birthday party, that people will hopefully show up to.
I feel laaaazy today. Maybe I deserve it.
I've tried to increase my amount of "going out" in order to meet guys...and it's impossible. Where are they hiding? I really should not have this much trouble. I know I have high standards, but damn! Are there really no more hot, charming, straight, single guys left in NYC? Where do they go for fun?
I don't even understand "going out" or the sanctity of people's Friday and Saturday nights. I do like going to bars now, if they have the right vibe and I'm with the right people. I'll even drink up to one very watered-down cocktail (if someone else is buying). But it's usually just Jen and I, and we're both kind of shy. If anyone wants to be my wingwoman, I will personally treat you to drinks if you get cute guys to talk to me (assuming we find this magical place where they hide).
I blame my pickiness on biology. Women are programmed to choose a mate that has the optimal DNA to pass onto her children. It doesn't matter whether you want children or not, it's just instincts. I have special DNA. I'm a redhead, and redheads are slowly but surely being phased out of the gene pool. It's either one of two situations: either my instincts are telling me I need the guy with the best DNA out there to pass on my genetics successfully, or, this is why redheads are dying out in the first place; we also have the picky gene!
I also believe strongly in pheromones, especially for myself. This is why meeting people on the internet is kind of a waste of time. The physical and/or mental attraction may be there, but it's nothing without sparks. And what causes those sparks? Chemistry. Je ne sais quoi. Complementary pheromones. Thinking back on the very few good dates I've been on or times when I met a guy that I liked, it had nothing to do with what he did or wore or whatever. Well, what was it?
OK, enough of that rant. I can't wait for Thanksgiving! I haven't had 4 days off in, well, since I started working 6 months ago! Actually I don't think I even have Friday off technically, but I gotta take it regardlessly.
I'm turning 22 one month from today, and that scares me. I don't want my youth to be over. However, I'm trying to plan a kickass birthday party, that people will hopefully show up to.
I feel laaaazy today. Maybe I deserve it.