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Internalized voice #1 “Is there a place where a guy in his thirties goes to meet attractive, willing ladies for conversation and ???”
Internalized voice #2 “Yeah, It's called a strip club”
Internalized voice #1 “STFU, Internalized voice #1”
Chances are, you're not gonna see any action sitting in your apartment. It would be a lot easier if women would come over and sex you up, but I'm always afraid I would wake up like this:
I think that's the problem with technology. We spend so damn much time on the internet that we've forgotten how to socialize. Hell, some of us never learned. If I have any regrets in my young adult life (IF), it's that I should have been more of a jerk to girls. Apparently that is more effective because all those guys are still married. Bunch of dicks!
Speaking of facebook (I was), wanna know what really irritates a single guy (me). KID PICS on fb. That's right, keep reminding me that I'm gonna so old when my unborn kid graduates high school they'll have to build a ramp to get my ancient ass in the gymnasium. Thanks folks.
Case in point, Memorial Day posts.
Everyone puts up something that's so achingly cute that it just oozes tenderness..
“Sleepy time…Best part of the Day” and it's a picture of a toddler curled up next to a Golden Retriever puppy on the couch.
I keed, I keed! That's pretty effin adorable.
WHO CAN MATCH THAT?? What in God's name can I post that has any relevance to the general populace?
There are so many “tender” moments that I'd love to share. Unfortunately, they are more like this.
Gas powered blower always trumps Swiffer.
Drank a beer in the bathtub this morning. Did you?
Farted so loud the cat ran out of the room…pretty good day.
Point is, NOBODY cares if you're stuck in line at the supermarket and only SOME people want to see how cutesy poo your life is.
But just keep those baby/puppy pics coming, folks. Keep em' coming.
