I suck at this game right now

wow, even though i'm cool as fuck i apparently fail at any type of game recently.

This past weekend i went 0-2 on numbers received.
One was from this hot piece of ass wearing short shorts at this bar my friends and i visited (even though she seemed to be all on my shit during the evening). Hung out, talked, got her number, even played a game of beer pong while she was carefully listening to every awesome word i said, but the number turned out to be faker than her hair.
The second girl was this goth looking chick at Chinatown fair that was playing DDR and wearing large boots while pretty much hanging on to every word i said. She said she was a big game and wrestling fan, even going to a few ROH shows. But when it came time for me to call the number she gave me, an old woman picked up the phone and i realized that i probably got another fake #.

I wonder when a girl gives out a fake number if she just gives a random one or a pre planned one. It would be funny if the same old lady is just getting a bunch of calls from random dudes trying to sound all cool and calm on the phone. Heck, i should just strike up a conversation with that old lady, maybe get a gum job out of it



And as for the online front:
135 "winks" sent
35 emails sent
still no reply!!!!! OMGWTFBBQ?!?!?!?

My first "wink"

So after about a week on Match.com (and with a mere 16 individual profile views, contrary to the 70 "winks" and emails that i have sent out), i get my first "wink". A wink is similar to facebook's "poke" and basically means "hey there, whats going on;-)". Let me tell you it wasn't a very good one - the girl looks like she's wider than she is tall. Just the mere fact that out of the 70 people i holla'd at so far no one has yet to holla back, and the first contact i get is from Samoa Joe's little sister really pisses me off. Oh well, i hope this one is the first of many.

Intermission: Rock of Love - wow

So this Sunday i turn on VH1's newest reality "dating" offering, and wow i am absolutely amazed (and i have yet to figure out if its in a good way or a bad way). Its amazing how a bunch of women would throw themselves at a dude who prolly has more STD's than Ash has pokemans. But i digress...

The central theme of the show is that Poison front man Bret Michaels is looking to settle down.... with a good ho. Someone what can flash implants and yet be a sweet caring woman in front of his two kids. What a guy. Actually, I'm looking for about the same (without the kids part, but hot dumb blondes with implants are really in demand these days). He is 44 years old, but i highly doubt that no more than 3-4 out of the 25 girls on this show are over 25.
All of these girls have come here to find a relationship, because most likely their past ones failed..... so they wanna try with a 44 year old hair band rocker (who probably did a lot of drugs in his day.... or 4-5 days ago). Its all good, we all know that hot girls like money, and this show doesn't really do anything to dispel that. To all the feminists reading this blog - this show has set your cause back at least 10 years, enjoy.

So the genuine niceness and search for love can be best summed up with the following pictures:
I didn't hear this girl talk much, but Bret did remark about her hot boobs..... this pic speaks volumes

Then we have this little masterpiece, notice the wide array of emotions being displayed. From left to right: "I'm the cool 'smart' girl, i say I'm smart because my boobs are not in your face, that is the definition of intelligence. That and calling other people out on their stupidity", "i really should leave", "i have no implants, but I'm cute and with nice hair, but i gotta out yell these crazy bitches", "I don't have a shot with Brett, but HELLO cameraman", "I'm the oldest and drunkest person here, and Brett will appreciate my defective old vagina". Wonderful.



Damn look at them titties. Shake what the doctor gave ya.



And finally, the cute girl who at the end of this shit will probably be driven to insanity (i think i saw her deck a bitch in the season preview)



Good luck ladies, make your parents proud

One Night Of Fire

One Night of Fire is a yearly party held in NYC. And this year, i was lucky enough to have taken part in it.
The premise is this: thousands of people gather on the Brooklyn bridge, then slowly but surely make their way to a beach party in Coney Island.
Along the way we stopped by the entrance to city hall, its fountain, and then made our way to the subway. Every step of the way there was a huge party: music, dancing, cheering, stilt walkers, people in costumes, people singing, subway crowd surfing, drinking, etc. The look on the subway rider's faces when they saw hat their train was invaded was absolutely priceless. Once we arrived to Coney Island, the party streamed out of the trains and onto the beach, dancing and playing music along the way. On the beach itself there was a large fire show - fire dancers, fire hula hoop people, fire jugglers, you name it - if it had fire it was there. Afterwards people started setting off fireworks of their own. Even the cops got into the fun with a police boat launching 3 flairs into the night sky.
And then there was the always mandatory nude swimming. There were some unlucky nude swimmers that were lead out of the water by the police with the lights shining bright on them. Hmm, its probably on youtube:-).
So after the swimming we hit up two after parties - a nearby bar where the stilt dancer girls refused to take off the stilts, and a dude's loft in the DUMBO section of Brooklyn. Lots of amazing music, amazing people and amazing times. Truly, i have found what i was looking for - something real under the macho NYC facade. Lets just hope there are more gatherings like this in the future.

Came back home at 5:30 am, just as the sun was rising.


Some afterthoughts: the setting, the mood, the execution was all perfect.It was one of those rare deep spiritual moments when a person can experience true freedom (or at least i did). And all it took was a couple of thousand people:-). But on the flip side, i noticed something interesting - the ratio of men to women was really bad, there weren't that many pretty girls at this thing at all, so this scene doesn't really look to be the ideal situation to meet people (well, people to fuck and date). I talked to one girl, first i thought she was foreign, then i realized she was just strung out or tired. So that night only serves to back up my original theory - that hot girls tend to congregate towards the "trendy" and don't really like to step outside the "norm", even though most of the people there seemed to be cool and well balanced individuals. And most girls that are in some type of "alternative lifestyle" (god i hate using that buzzword), were probably brought in by a significant other.

So i guess, right now its back to match.com and clubs

Gainsevoort Hotel - cause sometimes you gotta ball

As mentioned in the previous post, i was rather frustrated by my visiting lady friend from Atlanta. I have also not had any luck with my match.com endeavor, so i guess it was time to ball the old fashioned way - I, along with two friends of mine, decided to hit up the Gainsevoort Hotel for a night of fun.
Usually the Gainsevoort hotel is hard to get into, especially if you're a group of guys without suits or the open shirt/chest hair combo. Clubs usually frown on groups of younger men because they are less likely to spend money. But thanks to my lady friend staying at the hotel, we had no problem getting in and went straight to the roof of the hotel, which at night turns into a cool club/lounge type place.
The setting was actually perfect - lots of good looking girls, good variety of music that was being played at all the right volumes (loud enough to dance, but quiet enough to talk to other people), and a really large outdoor balcony area that allowed for more private talks.
My friends quickly sat down and started taking lots of pictures, and before you know it, several random girls swarmed us because they wanted to be in the picture (or cause they thought we were ballers lol). But they weren't very pretty.

So here was my main macking divide for the night:
Cute Korean Girl - she has only been in the states for like a week and is staying for another month. I offered to help her with her English (wink wink). This girl barely spoke English. isn't it weird that when there's a language barrier like that, you talk as if you're talking to a child or a special person? I mean i wanna be understood, but i also don't want to undermine her intelligence.
Cute Hawaiian Girl - said she works as a fashion writer in manhattan.... I googled her name and LOLed. We'll see where this one goes. I dont fucking remember what she looked like at all
Tall model Looking chick from New Zealand She was hot, but by the time i talked to her i was already pretty drunk, she wanted to give me her New Zealand number since i had an international calling card, but i wrote down a 16 digit number by accident. Woops.

So for now the fashion writer girl looks like the best bet, so i'll see where that goes.
In other news my Match.com profile is barely getting any views so i decided to put some better pictures up that i found, we'll wait and see.


BTW has anyone else noticed this phenomena (my friends actually turned it into a catchphrase). In a crowded club/bar, whenever a new song comes on, some random girl (ALWAYS the one that cant dance), screams out "AWWW GIRL, THATS MY JAM!!!!! MAH JAAAAAAAAAAMMMM", and then proceeds to have a seisure on the dance floor. Once again, i LOLed

A Visit

So this past weekend, i was visited by a female friend i knew in Atlanta. We haven't seen each other in over a year and i was excited to see how we would respond to one another.
Back in college, i went to a school that had 70% guys, so let's just say that my eye for beauty was extremely blurred. This girl led to an array of conflicting feelings for me. She was cute, but i was never really physically attracted to her, but she did have an amazing character and personality. Due to her family's money, she gets to travel all over the world, she is involved in several charities and non for profit organizations, she is extremely smart and well read. She is a genuinely good person. But after all that i still wasn't attracted to her (believe me i tried).
So as i pick her up from the airport, i of course am glad to see her, but one of my first thoughts is "how do i ditch this girl and get me some titties!!!" I was looking around and starting at almost every girl i saw, thinking "why am i not hanging out with that chick?!?!?". It was rather frustrating.

this only continued Friday evening as we had 2 tickets to see Rent (very good musical btw, i highly recommend seeing it). Walking into the theater i was eying the crowd - every girl I saw was looking hotter to me than the girl i was with. She was wearing and elegant dress with this shawl/scarf thing, but all the other girl were showing skin and making me crave it. We sat down next to these two trashy dumb jersey girls. They were dumb (the kind that giggle at every sex joke/reference and utterance of the words "fuck", "shit"), their voices were awful (that sort of deep wannabe tough girl voice common in jersey girls), and they wore a shitload of makeup, still i wanted to fuck then right then and there, right through the pants. I knew that was the wrong thing to say because i was sitting next to a perfectly good, cute and smart girl, but i really couldn't help myself. After the show, i knew there was one thing that was gonna cheer me up - this girl was staying at the Gainsevoort Hotel, which means that me and my crew, as her friends, had "no waiting in line" type access to its rooftop club/lounge area. So then it was time to ball (which ill talk about in my next post)

This one's going to be tough

So while i'm still waiting for the nearly Shakespearian things that i wrote to be approved on Match.com, i had a talk with my step sister last night, and i realized that this is gonna be a little tough.

A friend of hers (who i think is in her late twenties and very photogenic), is also on match.com, and she says that after a long day at work this girl just goes home, pours herself a glass of wine and starts looking over all this stuff while giggling and drinking. LOL
So yeah, i can see it now, a random drunk girl giggling and laughing at the sheer awesomeness of my profile.
Oh well, wait and see!!!!

In other news, NYC is fucking HOT right now.

OK, it begins

Sorry for the delay, but its now official - today i have joined Match.com. Lets see where this shit leads, for now they are waiting to approve everything