Hello, Would You Like to Fuck?

I came to an interesting realization tonight. It makes me part narcissist, part misogynist, part delusional perhaps, yet mostly self aware and truthful.

I’d just seen a movie with a girl I’ve been fucking for a few weeks. Post movie we’d fucked, once, for about 40 minutes. I decided I didn’t want to stay over, so excused myself saying I wanted my own bed that night. She wished me luck battling the subway system, and I kissed her good night as I headed out.

Walking onto the eerily empty 3am subway platform I noticed a girl, solid 7.5, sitting on the bench. She smiled. I sat down at the opposite end, and minding my own business wrote down a quick thought in my moleskin I had with me from an earlier class.

“What’r you writing?”

I looked up to see her talking to me, and we proceeded to make small conversation as we rode the train.

“I get off next stop, I’d love to hang out sometime, we should keep on touch”, I said.

“Sure,” she responded, “what’s your number? Last name?” After exchanging information I bid her good night as I got off the train, and it hit me.

I’m good.

Now, not the kinda good that walks into a bar and every girl wants to jump me. But the kinda good that I know as soon as I begin talking to a girl, that if she agrees to exchange information, I pretty much know that we will have sex if I want to. Barring a last minute flake on her part, or an unusual girl who clarifies on the second date that she wants something serious or is a devout Mormon, I’m pretty much vag deep without pulling down my pants.

I’m aware this sounds sick, and I’m not on the prowl like I was a few short months ago. It’s just that it’s a powerful realization to come to, that I can pretty much make sure sex happens when I want it. If I want to get laid, I can, and easily.

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Art, Women, Wine and Life

We only live once. As a child, learning is what we must do. As we get older, a hunger for knowledge festers, grows, and develops until we must absorb what our mind desires. Beyond the basics of math, phonetics, basic science and other skills to be able to go about our day to day activities there exists a whole realm of topics that beacon the intellect of minds the world over.

Art. Who was Picasso? What’s his signature? His trademark? What drove him? To delve into his psyche, and the psyche of other greats is to understand the generations preceding us, to comprehend their brilliance, their take on events current to their existence. It reveals their shortcomings, their simplicity, their vision and their hopes.

Wines. The study of which I’m not adept at. The differentiation between a more full, more ’round’ wine and a lesser, more simple, but equally tasteful, may evade my taste buds, but admitting and acknowledging there’s much I do not grasp about different vintages is in and of itself a step in the right direction.

Women. I find many women I go out with, intelligent as they may be are lacking a certain class, a sophistication of what I believe a true woman should have. I’m sure many women feel the same about men. Peter Pan Syndrome is widespread. Facebook is a disease. A real man should have a working knowledge of the world, and a thorough understanding of what that knowledge should consist of is, in an of itself a prerequisite to joining the society cloaked in mystery that is the true alpha male.

Knowing how to do things, how to survive – and in turn to live – not necessarily in a post apocalyptic wilderness, but in the urban chaos in which we dwell, is a skill many are lacking. Social etiquette, and more importantly when to abandon it completely is a matter of perception, of class and sophistication. Not to mention utter necessity for anyone wishing to rise above the masses, escape the endless, mindless race of humanity and live.

Simply looking to enjoy oneself is insufficient to satisfy the ever-hungering human mind. Craving a new understanding, becoming a wealth of information, if not for oneself is imperative for one’s own intellectual and artistic integrity and curiosity.