Fell off the wagon and got squinty-eyed drunk watching the BCS Championship the other night at a sports bar (an unlikely scenario because I didn't care about the outcome and I avoid sports bars like the plague).
The game sucked. But something else entirely unexpected happened.
Women were checking me out. And I'm reasonably certain it wasn't my imagination.
I would be staring at the widescreen, drunkenly engrossed in the action, mumbling incoherently to myself, and then I would look away and find a woman looking at me from across the room. Locking eyes for a moment. Me, taken aback and a little 'faced. Her, quizzical. Lips slowly turning up at the corners, forming a sly grin. It would set off my tremor and make me lose control of my beermug, I almost smashed my own teeth in trying to take a swig.
I looked at myself in the mirror this morning. I'm mystified as to what the attraction might be.
I don't hate myself as much as I used to, but I'm a Bluesman. I feel compelled to fuck up.
It's a strange thing for me, getting attention from women. I have mixed feelings. I used to admire women, I used to try to be nice. I used to make an effort. Now I feel a deep resentment towards women. I deliberately ignore the presence of women in most real-world casual situations. Not to mess with minds, but out of rogue distaste for the whole idea of playing games. I defy women to interact with me. Grrrr!
Overuse of the "silent treatment" has garnered me the laughable reputation of being edgy, cerebral, and even arrogant. Saying absolutely nothing and leaving a wildly inaccurate impression, is that not bizarre?
Of course, there's the possibilty that some women are just attracted to assholes.
The game sucked. But something else entirely unexpected happened.
Women were checking me out. And I'm reasonably certain it wasn't my imagination.
I would be staring at the widescreen, drunkenly engrossed in the action, mumbling incoherently to myself, and then I would look away and find a woman looking at me from across the room. Locking eyes for a moment. Me, taken aback and a little 'faced. Her, quizzical. Lips slowly turning up at the corners, forming a sly grin. It would set off my tremor and make me lose control of my beermug, I almost smashed my own teeth in trying to take a swig.
I looked at myself in the mirror this morning. I'm mystified as to what the attraction might be.
I don't hate myself as much as I used to, but I'm a Bluesman. I feel compelled to fuck up.
It's a strange thing for me, getting attention from women. I have mixed feelings. I used to admire women, I used to try to be nice. I used to make an effort. Now I feel a deep resentment towards women. I deliberately ignore the presence of women in most real-world casual situations. Not to mess with minds, but out of rogue distaste for the whole idea of playing games. I defy women to interact with me. Grrrr!
Overuse of the "silent treatment" has garnered me the laughable reputation of being edgy, cerebral, and even arrogant. Saying absolutely nothing and leaving a wildly inaccurate impression, is that not bizarre?
Of course, there's the possibilty that some women are just attracted to assholes.
You must have been looking like shit. That's the only time this seems to happen.
And you can't intentionally duplicate the experience.
I guess congratulations(???) is in order?
Maybe not.