zabu of nΩd;10232311 said:Btw Dak's advice about keeping up with pop culture isn't a bad idea.
Speaking of icky human bodies and porn, I was high as shit about a night ago and figured I'd watch some porn. I smoked some more and then I just remember everything seemed foreign to me. I forgot where I was and felt like a fucking alien. Human bodies just looked alien to me, like I'd forgot what humans looked like. It was wierd as hell and it made the porn ten times better.
EDIT: When I say conversations, I really mean discussions. If you end up "discussing" anything when flirting you're already in the danger zone.
I've never understood the concept of play dates. Someone explain it to me.
I want your schizophrenic girlfriend! In my life nothing exciting happens (including being arrested or messing with police), at least that would be less monotonous.
zabu of nΩd;10232297 said:Yeah i know i can hold a conversation fine, but it's not the right kind of conversation for most girls. It would be dandy if i happened to meet a girl who could appreciate who i am, but i have a feeling that counting on that to happen will keep me a continuing frontrunner for 40-year-old virginhood. I'd rather learn to have different types of conversations, and be able to use the right one for each girl i meet.
What are you, an alternate account for aug?
Edit: Ninja'd.
I just figured they were the same thing as dates. Am I wrong?
at least my life's not monotonous
i haven't had sex with crazy people in a while, but only cuz haven't had time to have sex with anybody, been much to busy posting on various ultimatemetal.com foums, looking at internet porn, playing around with my new phone(android, woo-hoo), having an living arangement argument with a 6-foot tall transexual, going out to all the free food places in Dallas, (i swear to God Dallas has morbidly obese homeless people) getting foodstams then selling my foodstamps (to have the money to pay for my new android phone) walking to free clothing closets, walking everywhere cuz i don't have bus money, walking all the way out to the social security office (about 3 miles one-way) only to discover that the social security office thinks i'm still in jail, and i can't prove that i've been released from jail because Dallas County doesn't give out release papers anymore sheduled to be a model for a painting next sunday, and having philosophical debates dog park, (same dog park where i once convinced a random woman that her dog was a coyote) i don't really have time for a sex life right now
EDIT
i've also been in "the drunk tank" while i was completely stone-cold sober, it was really sureal