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Aug. 24th, 2004 07:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vicarzIf you have any respect for me, or wish to have any respect for me in the future, I ask you not to read the following.
So today I walked to the metro with...I always forget her name, but um...the hot chick next door. For the record, a few friends have seen her and agree with my terminology.
Today our conversation was odd - she started talking about my gf, and I quickly noted I had no such thing though many of my friends are female. She laughed because most of her friends are male. She looked at me and said "Well I see you're keeping up with your workouts." I noted the same from her. We ran on about the gym, eating like pigs, drinking like lushes, and how either of us could be 'perfect' but we'd much rather have fun! Food and booze is fun! Give me my carbs!
But this is where it gets shallow. We were talking about gym, career, and dating how they just don't mix well. She noted that for someone who works out as much as I seem to, that I don't date fit people. I laughed my ass off - nothing like hearing people trash your ex's. I did stoop to say that it was almost a relief to be single so my friends would stop confiding in me that it was really obvious that I was dating 'beneath me.' What suprised me was that she talked about how she does the same thing.
She's a gym nut, but her last men have been...not impressive. She...well she talked about sex and we quickly agreed that stamina matters. A lot. Body matters, a lot. Having a career matters, at least not being completely without direction or swamped in debt. Doing something besides watching tv - mandatory. Just to be totally cliche, she hit the size issue on the way out the door. Heh, everyone's a size queen! Well no, I understand that if it's just a finger of a prick that it's kinda hard to get into. Genetics are so weird.
That girl and I need to sit around drinking and talking about the most shallow things in the world. It sounds like we have more silly things in common than I realized - though only silly things. She's totally hot, but in no way dating material (not for me). She's too career, too material, too motivated - I mean I'm sure she's fun and all, but my roots are still slacker. I wouldn't going to notice her $800 dress, she _does_ notice the pants from target. I'm into the body of a jock, and the mentality of a hippie art fag. Not a common combination.
I will say this about 'us' athletic people: our faces do not age well.
This post is 100% pointless. Well, it does make me sound petty - but I have that side, and if people that read this want to hate me for that oh well. I have much mroe interesting reasons to be hated.
So today I walked to the metro with...I always forget her name, but um...the hot chick next door. For the record, a few friends have seen her and agree with my terminology.
Today our conversation was odd - she started talking about my gf, and I quickly noted I had no such thing though many of my friends are female. She laughed because most of her friends are male. She looked at me and said "Well I see you're keeping up with your workouts." I noted the same from her. We ran on about the gym, eating like pigs, drinking like lushes, and how either of us could be 'perfect' but we'd much rather have fun! Food and booze is fun! Give me my carbs!
But this is where it gets shallow. We were talking about gym, career, and dating how they just don't mix well. She noted that for someone who works out as much as I seem to, that I don't date fit people. I laughed my ass off - nothing like hearing people trash your ex's. I did stoop to say that it was almost a relief to be single so my friends would stop confiding in me that it was really obvious that I was dating 'beneath me.' What suprised me was that she talked about how she does the same thing.
She's a gym nut, but her last men have been...not impressive. She...well she talked about sex and we quickly agreed that stamina matters. A lot. Body matters, a lot. Having a career matters, at least not being completely without direction or swamped in debt. Doing something besides watching tv - mandatory. Just to be totally cliche, she hit the size issue on the way out the door. Heh, everyone's a size queen! Well no, I understand that if it's just a finger of a prick that it's kinda hard to get into. Genetics are so weird.
That girl and I need to sit around drinking and talking about the most shallow things in the world. It sounds like we have more silly things in common than I realized - though only silly things. She's totally hot, but in no way dating material (not for me). She's too career, too material, too motivated - I mean I'm sure she's fun and all, but my roots are still slacker. I wouldn't going to notice her $800 dress, she _does_ notice the pants from target. I'm into the body of a jock, and the mentality of a hippie art fag. Not a common combination.
I will say this about 'us' athletic people: our faces do not age well.
This post is 100% pointless. Well, it does make me sound petty - but I have that side, and if people that read this want to hate me for that oh well. I have much mroe interesting reasons to be hated.
