You must feel like you're in a prison camp up here. It's always hot, humid, and uncomfortable, the Michigan girls look like they've never missed a meal in their whole lives, and you can't get any action...? Holy shit. You must be putting out the "friend-guy" vibe instead of the "horny beast-man" vibe. Try being not so nice.
Hold on, wait a sec. I just realized I'm the last one on this earth who should be giving advice to guys who want to get laid. Please disregard the first paragraph, and I hope you escape your nightmarish hell soon!!
Shit. I had a huge response for you but I fucked it up and deleted it. It's alright, i was taking to seriously anyway. Let me sum it up quicker and with less prentesion.
1) I agree with you on the idea that seeking "depth' is a contrived way to experience quality. I was thinking of it more in the reverse, which is in seeking quality, in whatever form, one has a chance to experience more depth from life as a whole. "Realness" is a measurement of quality in experience, don't you think?
2) On the idea of love, I absolutely agree. Shakespeare said it before us and he did it better; 'Love sought is good; but given unsought, is better." You can't try and force things to happen and you have to let it happen. In my experience, if it's quality and if it's perfect, everything happens right anyway, wether you're trying or not.
But if it's not, then I suggest one applies the concept of selectiveness in experiences and not take second best. Too many unhappy couples who don't even make eye contact after a while in this world.
See, I lived with this family where the dad really wanted a pool, both the parents made alright money, but they spent it all on buying tons of crap, so they never really had that much cash available. They went the walmart solution and got one of those vinyl above ground pools where you drop the hose in while you're assembling the plastic ladder. He was so happy the first day he had it, and in his mind you could tell that he was picturing it was the thing he really wanted; probably some far more expensive version with a deck installed around it, stronger walls. I bet he had been sitting on exact picture of how he imagined it for months, if not years.
The pool, over the course of the summer, got gross and the wall began to sag in on itself and it quickly showed why it was so inexpensive. It wasn't even a pool, it was a representation of a pool, and those cost less.
It got to be that he didn't look at it anymore. Couldn't bear to the cheap crappy version of his dream.
He stayed at the office a lot too. Didn't talk to his wife much.
You know?
Sounds like althouh you are in bumfucknowhere, you're having fun. More fun than I am having, tell you that much for sure. Booze, good. Spin the bottle, good. Getting hit on by someone of the same sex when you don't swing that way, flattering, but unwelcome. Wet girls, you are one lucky fella!!!
Yup, you're having a good time, pat yourself on the back and pray the watter's warmer tomorrow.
You must feel like you're in a prison camp up here. It's always hot, humid, and uncomfortable, the Michigan girls look like they've never missed a meal in their whole lives, and you can't get any action...? Holy shit. You must be putting out the "friend-guy" vibe instead of the "horny beast-man" vibe. Try being not so nice.
Hold on, wait a sec. I just realized I'm the last one on this earth who should be giving advice to guys who want to get laid. Please disregard the first paragraph, and I hope you escape your nightmarish hell soon!!