Back from the Southwest

I am back from the Southwest. It was a nice trip. Things of interest:

• My friend Annette's mom tried to hook me up with a bartender at a wedding
• Time moves backwards down there
• Don't pick/eat the oranges off of random peoples' trees
• Watch out for roof rats...yeah, rats that live on roofs / in trees...awesome
• A lot of professional athletes live down there
• Totally tired, feel like I partied, but I didn't
• Actually got up before noon today
• Made some friends that live in SF...this might turn into something very fun and interesting...

Guys, Open The Wallet

Paying For Dinner
Sigh. I know a guy who complains about taking girls out on dates and how he always has to pay for dinner. That's how it works!!! That's the price guys pay for wanting to get laid. Maybe if he wasn't such a dumbass, he could figure out a way to get laid without having to go on dates. For example, go to the bar around 1:30am (right before closing time) and find the drunkest girl.

Yeah yeah guys, it's not fair that you always have to pay on dates blah blah. However, 1) it's more cost effective than getting a good hooker and 2) it is part of the wooing process. So only ask a girl out if you really like her, not just to get into her pants.

Theory
As a girl, I expect a guy to pay. It's the least he can do since he is vying for my time. I have other invites with people would be more than happy to treat and might even be better company than some chump I randomly meet.

Funny Story From A Couple of Years Back
I met a guy in Borders and agreed to go out for coffee. The check came and I did the fake wallet grab. He said, "I got it this time, but you can get it next time." Hmm. I never saw him again even though he called me 3x/day for 1.5 months...

A Date

Aquaman called. Still TBD, but looks like a date later this week... Apparently I am sketchy...LOL.

A New Spin On Socioeconomic Class

It Matters
As much as I'd like to think a person's childhood socioeconomic class does not matter, it does. At first I thought I wanted a guy who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. However, after spending this past weekend with my college friends Annette and Sarah, I have a new theory.

Theory
The guy who grew up poor (or just anything not rich) is most likely a better guy because he knows how to work and appreciates more things in life. It is also likely that he will work his ass to avoid being poor again. The guy who grew up rich isn't used to working and is more likely to be less ambitious and incapable of being self sufficient. He might not even know how to tie his shoes.

I like this theory...no more trust fund brats.

I Know What My Problem Is

I know exactly what my problem is; I have a tendency to like the idea of things more than the real thing. I am aware of this, but sometimes it's a bit difficult to separate the two.

For example, guys. I'm sure a lot of you remember hearing about Odie. I really liked the idea of him; he's great on paper. Nice job, education, apartment, clothes, car, cute, etc. Unfortunately, he lacked personality and common sense (although we did have some really fun times). For months, he appeared at bars where he knew we would be and talked to me while ignoring everyone else. He never asked me out even though at times I thought he wanted to.

Some thought he was into guys. Some thought he had never hooked up with any girls in his 20 some odd years of existence. Others just thought he was a p*ssy/an idiot. I got over the idea of him when I spent more time with him and came to the conclusion that his lack of assertiveness left more to be desired.

I'm Just Bad With Texts

I am just bad with texts.

There were some texts going on between me and Aquaman last Saturday night. Apparently, it was my turn to reply? I forgot about it and replied on Wednesday agreeing to meet up. He'll call me next week...meaning the one coming up. We'll see...

Denied For Content

I am traveling and stayed in a hotel last night. I tried to check my gmail in the hotel business center. "Net Nanny" denied me because of "drugs and alcohol." I tried to update my blog, but "Net Nanny" flagged me for "adult content." Guess I am doing something right? LOL