I'm seeing all these threads getting bumped about people roughly my age and their failed attempts to get laid. It's hilarious because my roommate, a 35 y.o. who drinks copious amounts of alcohol daily and is normally quite a loner has begun getting nookie for the first time since I've known him.
I was woken up from my nap last night by my bed being shaken across the room by the sound of the NIN CD he was blasting to try and drown out the sex noise. So of course I got up, cracked my neck, brewed a cup of joe and started raging about this ruckus to friends over IM.
That was just catharsis, and once I calmed the fuck down and had my coffee I couldn't help but feel awkward to be sitting alone in my room while people not ten feet away were getting it on. If the situation was reversed, I know I'd certainly be feeling awkward trying to keep blood in my penis knowing my roomie would be trying to find ways to simultaneously ignore me and entertain himself on the other side of the wall.
What's fucking with me is that somewhere in my head a small, small part of me was nagging at me saying "now YOU need to find a girl to fuck to reinforce that you have more value than your roommate!" So of course I suddenly found myself motivated to scheme about the fastest way to get someone of the opposite sex into my bed.
Now, a day later, I can confidently say I got nothin. I mean, it's been years since I actually last met a girl who not only met (and exceeded) my standards for brains and beauty but was even, *gasp*, unattached at the time! Of course, I fucked that situation up royally and it goes down as my single greatest regret in life -- and I don't have many of those. Now here I am years later in the big city surrounded by gorgeous females and smart females but I seem to always be missing the ones who are both smart and gorgeous. Instead I am the friendly guy who somehow manages to befriend all the girls I think are cool as fuck but have absolutely no physical attraction to, then end up alienating them because they mistook my friendliness for romantic interest and I guess I'm too much of a pussy to just tell them outright that I will never sleep with them and kill the friendship altogether.
Because that's how it goes, because as L O V E L I F E once said, there is no such thing as a guy and a girl being just friends, and I was the only one stupid enough to think there could be a loophole to that law of nature. And thus, my manifold ramble draws to a single, solitary dot at the end of a sentence. And here it comes.
I was woken up from my nap last night by my bed being shaken across the room by the sound of the NIN CD he was blasting to try and drown out the sex noise. So of course I got up, cracked my neck, brewed a cup of joe and started raging about this ruckus to friends over IM.
That was just catharsis, and once I calmed the fuck down and had my coffee I couldn't help but feel awkward to be sitting alone in my room while people not ten feet away were getting it on. If the situation was reversed, I know I'd certainly be feeling awkward trying to keep blood in my penis knowing my roomie would be trying to find ways to simultaneously ignore me and entertain himself on the other side of the wall.
What's fucking with me is that somewhere in my head a small, small part of me was nagging at me saying "now YOU need to find a girl to fuck to reinforce that you have more value than your roommate!" So of course I suddenly found myself motivated to scheme about the fastest way to get someone of the opposite sex into my bed.
Now, a day later, I can confidently say I got nothin. I mean, it's been years since I actually last met a girl who not only met (and exceeded) my standards for brains and beauty but was even, *gasp*, unattached at the time! Of course, I fucked that situation up royally and it goes down as my single greatest regret in life -- and I don't have many of those. Now here I am years later in the big city surrounded by gorgeous females and smart females but I seem to always be missing the ones who are both smart and gorgeous. Instead I am the friendly guy who somehow manages to befriend all the girls I think are cool as fuck but have absolutely no physical attraction to, then end up alienating them because they mistook my friendliness for romantic interest and I guess I'm too much of a pussy to just tell them outright that I will never sleep with them and kill the friendship altogether.
Because that's how it goes, because as L O V E L I F E once said, there is no such thing as a guy and a girl being just friends, and I was the only one stupid enough to think there could be a loophole to that law of nature. And thus, my manifold ramble draws to a single, solitary dot at the end of a sentence. And here it comes.
