I seriously don't know what to do...
I don't seem to understand this whole "dating" thing, is it a ploy, a gimmik, a sham? I'm not complaining about lack of dates or anything, but people get *so* hung up on wanting/needing someone. How many times has the old cliche' "When you're not looking for something is when it comes along" been true? If you try too hard, you'll fail. Then conversley however, if you try too little, you'll still fail? Here's where it gets crazy.
People say timing is everything, it seems to be *very* true in this dating thing. One half a step too late, or too soon, and you don't quite see her. One word spoken in the wrong place or time, and things are ruined. If you show too much interest, if you don't show enough interest, the other person moves on to someone else. How does a person win?
I may not be the one to provide an answer, I haven't had a real serious realtionship since my last two went so terribly. Rather than actively date I sort of float about. Maybe I don't try hard enough? I'm excited to meet people, sure, but I guess rather than risk damaging myself and what's left of my ego, I just sort of assume things will never go the way I want them to.
I date, I meet lovely interesting girls, pretty girls with nice smiles. I buy them dinner with money I don't have, say funny things that pass the time, drive them where they need to go, and yet, something seems to be lacking. I lose interest quickly and move on to someone else. Wasted time? Wasted Money? Maybe, usually these people fade from my life as soon as I stop putting in effort, as sad as that is. I've learned to accept it, and I'm relatively content with it. Maybe I'll be alone my whole life, but I seem to be ok with that.
So I don't have a tight ass or wear trendy, fashionable clothes. I can't play the guitar as well as some guys, I can't sing as well as others. I don't have big pretty eyes or a cool hair style. I don't drink too much at bars and hit on random women. Is this whats expected of me to attract a woman? I'm not sure. Maybe I should start doing all of those things?
I do, however, have a nice smile. I am funny, witty, and intelligent. I speak well, with a confidence honed by years of being surrounded by the aforementioned guy-types. I am making something of myself beyond a kid with a degree. I review music, I write well, I laugh alot. I'm a nice guy. I work hard at the jobs I've had. I don't forget to call you. Is that a problem, or solution? I can hardly tell these days.
This is what happens when I start writing really late, I've completely lost track of the direction of this post. I have a friend who's really upset by the recent goings on in her life concerning members of my sex. I realize men are confusing and irritating to deal with. Believe me I think the same thing of some women. But the degree of hurt she suffers at them is remarkable. Not taking notice is a personal offense, not asking her out is a sacrelidge. Sorry about the spelling, its late. I try to be sympathetic, but I really can't seem to understand what's going on in her head. One person can make you hurt this much? Why do you let them? Why? My only real regret is that I can't provide you whatever it is you're looking for. I thought of this, I'd been saving it for awhile, it seemed oddly appropriate. If you can find salvation and deliverance in words, please, find them in these.
Oh, 'cuz this shit's not about pants
And this shit's not about shirts
And this shit's definitely not about hair
(This shit is 'bout having a good fucking time)
Maybe the music isn't dead
Maybe the music isn't dead
Maybe we all just forgot what it fucking sounded like
They Forgot
THEY FORGOT!
'Cuz You can waste your time
(Redefining the day that music died)
Or you can spend your life
(Guilt free and ostracized)
'Cuz all the fashion
(In the world can't save you now)
(It's something, I'll write it down for you)
My greatest gift to you
Is a dance floor
Free from insecurity
People say timing is everything, it seems to be *very* true in this dating thing. One half a step too late, or too soon, and you don't quite see her. One word spoken in the wrong place or time, and things are ruined. If you show too much interest, if you don't show enough interest, the other person moves on to someone else. How does a person win?
I may not be the one to provide an answer, I haven't had a real serious realtionship since my last two went so terribly. Rather than actively date I sort of float about. Maybe I don't try hard enough? I'm excited to meet people, sure, but I guess rather than risk damaging myself and what's left of my ego, I just sort of assume things will never go the way I want them to.
I date, I meet lovely interesting girls, pretty girls with nice smiles. I buy them dinner with money I don't have, say funny things that pass the time, drive them where they need to go, and yet, something seems to be lacking. I lose interest quickly and move on to someone else. Wasted time? Wasted Money? Maybe, usually these people fade from my life as soon as I stop putting in effort, as sad as that is. I've learned to accept it, and I'm relatively content with it. Maybe I'll be alone my whole life, but I seem to be ok with that.
So I don't have a tight ass or wear trendy, fashionable clothes. I can't play the guitar as well as some guys, I can't sing as well as others. I don't have big pretty eyes or a cool hair style. I don't drink too much at bars and hit on random women. Is this whats expected of me to attract a woman? I'm not sure. Maybe I should start doing all of those things?
I do, however, have a nice smile. I am funny, witty, and intelligent. I speak well, with a confidence honed by years of being surrounded by the aforementioned guy-types. I am making something of myself beyond a kid with a degree. I review music, I write well, I laugh alot. I'm a nice guy. I work hard at the jobs I've had. I don't forget to call you. Is that a problem, or solution? I can hardly tell these days.
This is what happens when I start writing really late, I've completely lost track of the direction of this post. I have a friend who's really upset by the recent goings on in her life concerning members of my sex. I realize men are confusing and irritating to deal with. Believe me I think the same thing of some women. But the degree of hurt she suffers at them is remarkable. Not taking notice is a personal offense, not asking her out is a sacrelidge. Sorry about the spelling, its late. I try to be sympathetic, but I really can't seem to understand what's going on in her head. One person can make you hurt this much? Why do you let them? Why? My only real regret is that I can't provide you whatever it is you're looking for. I thought of this, I'd been saving it for awhile, it seemed oddly appropriate. If you can find salvation and deliverance in words, please, find them in these.
Oh, 'cuz this shit's not about pants
And this shit's not about shirts
And this shit's definitely not about hair
(This shit is 'bout having a good fucking time)
Maybe the music isn't dead
Maybe the music isn't dead
Maybe we all just forgot what it fucking sounded like
They Forgot
THEY FORGOT!
'Cuz You can waste your time
(Redefining the day that music died)
Or you can spend your life
(Guilt free and ostracized)
'Cuz all the fashion
(In the world can't save you now)
(It's something, I'll write it down for you)
My greatest gift to you
Is a dance floor
Free from insecurity