My Date with an Indian Girl

so today, I had a date with the Indian girl I last blogged about. I thought she was gonna flake and not respond, like most of my female interactions, but she didn't. We met up at our work's cafeteria. I was really busy, and had another appointment with a user at 1pm. She wanted to meet at 12:30, so I was in a rush.

I had doubts about asking her out over the weekend. I didn't really take a good look at her, and kept wondering if she's my type. But when I got there I was like damn she's pretty! But again, I still don't know. I am a Libra and we are picky af! Anyway, I got my food already, found a seat, and told her where it is while she stood in line.

As she joined me, we chit chatted and then it happened. Me being me-inexperienced, and haven't had a date in close to 5 years (if not longer). We had awkward moments but they didn't last that long. She filled them up with movies she watched, and I filled them in with some other crap I don't remember. All in all, I don't know. I think she likes me but you can never be too sure. Girls are weird. They act interested and flake, or not call back, and all just to be nice and not make you feel rejected. Even though that is exactly what they are doing.

How do I feel about this whole thing? Like I feel about everything in my life. Ashamed. Ashamed of not having experience with women, ashamed of not being exciting and fun to be around, ashamed of revealing this side of me to her. But I can't say it was that bad. I think I am just too hard on myself. I was doing what I usually do on dates, hiding. I am afraid what people around may hear when I speak, so I don't speak loud enough. It's really bad, but I guess it comes from feeling shame about everything in my life. I used to be a lot worse, though. I would be this way ALL THE TIME, EVERYWHERE, WITH EVERYBODY! I have at least improved a lot when it comes to people, and improved a little bit when it comes to women where I managed to ask this girl out. 99% of the times I don't, even though there could be all these signs of interest. I am too afraid of what others around will think, and I prevent myself from living my life.

Towards the end I said "We should do this again sometimes" before leaving. She said sure. I added "outside of this place[work]"... If anything comes out of it, I'll blog about it. If not, then even better. So that I don't have to deal with this shit. I feel like I am a 16 year old stuck in a 38 year old body. Can't even imagine how bad I will be at sex, if it ever gets to that...

I hate rap but..

songs like this is why i used to listen to it

lyrics are about doing dumb shit, having fun, fucking bitches, enjoying life, beefing with niggaz, jump on cop cars, get shot up by police, dindu nuffin afterwards. same reason why i stopped listeniing to hip hop. but the flow is amazing!!!






she is good...

when will I start living?

I am 37 years old, soon to be 38, and I have never lived my life. I've always just existed, like a leaf floating in mid air, going towards any direction the wind blows.

I haven't been blogging lately due to several reasons, but this is one of them. when will I start living? will I go through life until it's my time to leave being miserable and lonely? I am just tired of blogging about the same shit, complaining about the same thing. and I give up so much. I really want to to get back into pickup but feel like I cant do this alone. its so efing hard. plus i really wanna move outta Cali. people here are so passive aggresive, its like they dont wanna be talked to. but i need 2 travel first to see the rest of US but im scared.

anyway. just wanted 2 let that off my chest. its hot af today. gonna go finish exercising and shower. maybe go to the beach..

FUCK PRIDE!!

so last night I was planning on going to this upscale bar. my friend calls me and says "hey, there is this club and I read in a newspaper that they'll have a good DJ. check the site and call me." So I did and texted her that there will be multiple DJs, but it's a pride weekend and they rented the entire place (this club usually has 2 events so one club split in half). So she says let's do this! I get ready and pick her up.

We park a block away, and as we get there, LITERALLY 98% OF THE CROWD IS GAY! I WAS LIKE WTF!?!?! AM I IN A TWILIGHT ZONE? THIS ISN'T EVEN A GAY CLUB! so we wait a long ass time in line cuz I guess it was full. I tell her "let's go to a bar next door". She goes NOOOOOOOOOOO! we're almost in blah blah blah. We eventually get in, the cover is $40 EACH!! even though it says 20-30 on the website. now I know you're probably thinking, this can't get any worse, right? IT DOES! AT LEAST 60% OF THE MEN ARE HALF NAKED IN SHORTS WITH SHIRTS OFF!!

I'm like let's get drinks, so I lead her upstairs and buy 2. SHE DISAPPEARS WITHOUT TELLING ME ANYTHING. I just moved a little bit to the wall to stand on top of the stands because it was so crowded, I was spilling drinks as people were bumping into me. so I wasn't going to go chase her, looking for her all over the club. I drink mine, and eventually start to drink hers. after finishing about 35% of her drink, she shows up " I was in a bathroom!"

I chit chatted some people to warm up (NO HOMO), and eventually spot this room where they did Tarot readings and VR. I bring her in there. she reluctantly follows. I tell her WTF ELSE U GONNA DO HERE?? plus these are FREE so who cares. We waited for our reading forever, cuz it took 10-15mins for each person, and there were 4 -5 people ahead of us with only 2 readers at the desk.

After we are done with Tarot she starts complaining "let's go to another club!" I tell her "look! it's almost 2am, and by the time we get there, they'll be closed. but this place closes at 4." then as I'm waiting to try the VR mask, she just leaves.

Then I get a text from her "Ur gay". I'm like WTF!!!?!?!?! she drags me to this PRIDE BULLSHIT, it ends up being nothing but homos, I pay for entrance and drinks, spending $120, AND NOW SHE IS CALLING ME GAY!??!?!? I tell her LOOK, I wasn't even going to come here, and only came because of u. I pay for everything, you leave me here, and now you insult me. that's fuked up. she texts me "come over". I tell her no. I'm gonna stay here a little more. I was a little tipsy with 3.5 drinks in my system, so I wanted to sober up a little before I drove home. I only met 2 girls that SEEMED they were straight. everybody else were lesbians (mostly couples.) some smelled really bad of sweat. I was one of the only straight looking guys there with normal going out clothes.

SO FUCK PRIDE! I learned that when I see the word "Pride" in an event, to steer clear of it. I mean I did meet a cool photographer, and chit chatted with some nice people, but overall this was NOT worth it. THE worst experience of 2017 going out so far.

I am going out to that upscale bar tonight. and if it turns out to be like this, I'll simply leave. At least it's free, unless they throw a special event for a party like they did last weekend. Will do some warm ups and approach some girls. I'm serious about improving my social skills, and life. It will just take a long time. But I don't care. I'm committed.

And in case you are wondering what that place looked here. here you go...

my roommate is a weirdo

the thing about me is, I am good at reading people. once I get a read on you, there is no way out of it for you. you are forever exposed in my eyes, and I know who you are. I tried telling this to people in the past about so and so, but they didn't listen. in the end, people I warned them about fucked them. for some reason, first impressions never fail me. even in the past when I didn't listen to my own intuition, as I was very trusting of others, the people my inner gut warned me about fucked me. Now I am more grounded and know myself much better, I always go with what I feel from people.

so this girl I met a few weeks back was kinda off. she didn't say anything other then "I am not your roommate, but just visiting". I was like, okay.. not very friendly but whatever. but her b/f that I finally met about a week ago... gave me the most creepiest vibe. at first, he was avoiding eye contact but I introduced myself, and I was the one doing the talking. I just wanted to get logistics as we are sharing the same kitchen. I didn't think much of it but his vibe was very strange. I thought maybe he was nervous. Then I was in the kitchen the 2nd time. He didn't even say hi when I greeted him. then yesterday I was there on my laptop about to watch a video I downloaded, and he comes out of his room. right away avoids eye contact, then walk around and past me on his way out, not uttering a word! this guy gives me the creeps!!! he is from Louisiana or another southern state I forgot.

I was actually thinking of getting a gun for quiet sometime, to protect myself from people like him and other nut bags. imagine this fucker going through my front door with a machete because he has repressed rage. the thing I notice is, no matter how weird, strange, creepy, and awkward a dude like this is... he always and I mean 9/10 has a girlfriend. I guess only certain people like me with a specific ancestry are dealing with such a hardship with attracting a mate.

the older I get, the more conservative I become.  I see the world for what it is, and not for what liberals brainwash us with. I normally never wanted any sort of weapons, but how am I supposed to deal with crazy people who want to kill me, torture me, and rape me too? I feel so fragile and like a victim every time I go out at night to a club, as rare as that is. I mean, I could use my martial arts on a few guys. but what if they have guns, knives, or know martial arts themselves? I think guns are very important, and the rights to own them is crucial to our survival in this world. anyone trying to take our 2nd amendment away should be locked up, or maybe dumped in the worst ghetto, and let them fend for themselves without any weapons. see how long they last.

I'm pretty sure I'll be blogging more about this dude in the near future. fucking weirdo... I will be avoiding him from the plague from now on until he utters a sound like a weasel looking out of his hole. tired of being nice to people or acting civil with those that don't give a shit. the best medicine is to stop. the less I give a shit, the better things flow.