I got so much shit i want to say while i'm at work but then i forget it. Maybe i should just keep a pocket notebook of subjects to talk about.
Beauty. Such a strange fucked up thing. The hotel I work at has a pool. That means girls in stages of undress. Bikinis bathing suits. Shit like that.
All the guys at work stand and goggle. I walk by. One asked me 'Man ai'chu gonna look at dat sheit" I told him that i didn't find them attractive. Then he asked if I were gay.
No. I tried to explain that I like girls I go out with to be peculiar. I like tattoos body piercings attitude spikey hair. That sorta shit.
Jabus didn't understand. I tried to explain that to me to be attracted to someone they have to be sorta different than the run of the mill mall girl.
I did have a point but I think i lost it somewhere.
Fuck it here's what i find attractive. Maybe the ideal woman or something stupid like that. Though it's all a combination and different things work.
I like the women i'm with to be really really sweet, or tough. The kind who would want to hold my hand and walk along some pretty scenery and/or the kind that would tell me that im full of shit and that i best start talking sense or theyll break my fuckin nose.
As for looks, I don't have too much of a prefence. Symetry is nice. Nothing i hate worse than having to look at someone seriously lopsided.
They have to talk. Not just conversate, but understand that silence is uncomforatble and well, sometimes you just gotta fuckin talk about nothing to relax.
At the same time they have to be able to hold some kinda conversation that has something to do with a deeper subject. For example, talk of religion and the pros and cons, the ideals of different political systems and how they are working today and what corrupts them. The best beer for the dollar, and really antying thats not shooting the shit ya know?
They gotta realize that i do retarded stuff for kicks. My senior year of highschool i videotaped me flinging myself off of picnic tables over and over and over and just taping how a body contorts spins and flips when you dont tense on a fall. Why? It was funny. I make fun of myself and other people just because. I don't take myself too seriously and neither should they.
They have to eat. Yea yea we all have to eat, but I hate ordering a big dinner when someone im with orders a side salad and a water. Fuck that, if you like it eat as much as you want because we only live once (thank god) and not enough time to fuck around on stupid bullshit stereotypes.
Being able to booze up is a plus. If they can out drink me and make fun of me for it, even better.
Jabus doesn't understand why I like interesting women. Maybe those mall girls in their 200 dollar bikinis are interesting but they arent peculiar. Hell I doubt theyd give me the time of day so i guess we are in agreement there.
Beauty. Such a strange fucked up thing. The hotel I work at has a pool. That means girls in stages of undress. Bikinis bathing suits. Shit like that.
All the guys at work stand and goggle. I walk by. One asked me 'Man ai'chu gonna look at dat sheit" I told him that i didn't find them attractive. Then he asked if I were gay.
No. I tried to explain that I like girls I go out with to be peculiar. I like tattoos body piercings attitude spikey hair. That sorta shit.
Jabus didn't understand. I tried to explain that to me to be attracted to someone they have to be sorta different than the run of the mill mall girl.
I did have a point but I think i lost it somewhere.
Fuck it here's what i find attractive. Maybe the ideal woman or something stupid like that. Though it's all a combination and different things work.
I like the women i'm with to be really really sweet, or tough. The kind who would want to hold my hand and walk along some pretty scenery and/or the kind that would tell me that im full of shit and that i best start talking sense or theyll break my fuckin nose.
As for looks, I don't have too much of a prefence. Symetry is nice. Nothing i hate worse than having to look at someone seriously lopsided.
They have to talk. Not just conversate, but understand that silence is uncomforatble and well, sometimes you just gotta fuckin talk about nothing to relax.
At the same time they have to be able to hold some kinda conversation that has something to do with a deeper subject. For example, talk of religion and the pros and cons, the ideals of different political systems and how they are working today and what corrupts them. The best beer for the dollar, and really antying thats not shooting the shit ya know?
They gotta realize that i do retarded stuff for kicks. My senior year of highschool i videotaped me flinging myself off of picnic tables over and over and over and just taping how a body contorts spins and flips when you dont tense on a fall. Why? It was funny. I make fun of myself and other people just because. I don't take myself too seriously and neither should they.
They have to eat. Yea yea we all have to eat, but I hate ordering a big dinner when someone im with orders a side salad and a water. Fuck that, if you like it eat as much as you want because we only live once (thank god) and not enough time to fuck around on stupid bullshit stereotypes.
Being able to booze up is a plus. If they can out drink me and make fun of me for it, even better.
Jabus doesn't understand why I like interesting women. Maybe those mall girls in their 200 dollar bikinis are interesting but they arent peculiar. Hell I doubt theyd give me the time of day so i guess we are in agreement there.
personally, it's hard (for me, at least) to be with people more concerned with physical appearances than i am. i'm not saying there aren't physical qualities in men/women that turn me on (i don't think i would've joined SG if that were the case). but one of the reasons i broke off my last relationship was that the guy i was with prefered me to look... well, nice. not that he gave me ultimatums or insulted me because i didn't shave or go to the gym or whatever. but i knew it was important to him and it really bothered me. because he could have gained 500 pounds and gone bald and it wouldn't have changed the way i felt. i dunno. it was wierd. i just remember never feeling like i was good enough when i was with him. like he wanted me to be something that i couldn't ever be. oh well. i dunno what that rant had to do with yours. but while trying to remember what spurred that trail of thought, i realized i still had a five page paper due tomorrow morning. one which i've yet to start. so.
-Hyena.
hey but at least you dont have my other problem, which is that girls i date end up being insane. this is not an exaggeration by any extent, flux and i, as well as a few of our friends, actually have a "no more crazy bitches" pact wherein if we have to get approval from the others that the girl is not crazy. i guess this means that we are all crzy too, but eh. *shrugs*