Winners and Losers

Since my last blog post I've had a bit of an epiphany. I vaguely remember writing about something to do with nice guys more or less finishing last so I decided to partake in a little experiment. The results pissed me off to no extent. The observation involved myself reverting from being myself (odd, eh?) and moreover to the point of jerk-itude (a dirty word for perverts out there). In layman’s terms, I was an asshole and for some reason many of the XX chromosomes out there loved it. The study resulted in the acquisition of seven phone numbers out of eight attempts.

Disgusting.

The transition, mind you, was painful. Very painful. To a certain extent – I just stopped caring (and I’m having a hard time getting back). Many who read this don’t know me so they’re going to have a hard time figuring out just how much of a change this was – but those who do are shaking their heads right now. Sorry – had to try it out. None the less, it worked and efficiently at that. It was more or less like finding the right bait in fishing – the same technique applied over and over with success looming after every salmon.

Seven out of eight... damn. That’s like 7-8 women enjoy being treated like shit while the one who showed no interest either does care or already has a boyfriend/husband/fiancé that treats them like shit and is not looking for an upgrade/downgrade (depends how you look at it). The shitty thing is I see the traits in many of my female friends. They’re salmon for chriss’ sakes.

One needs to keep in mind that the majority of those numbers were from the type of girl that we date now, rather than... well you know. I’m really hoping that it comes down to intelligence differing from person to person.

It seems that I’m not really a salmon man. I can get idiot after idiot but I’m not happy and I thought that I would be (although that was mainly because I thought I lost my game). But you don’t bring salmon home to your mother, no sir, you do not. Swordfish or bigger.

I’m content now. No longer who I was and to me – that’s a good thing. It’s time for some big-sea fishing but I’m patient now – something I credit partially to one person

“I’d rather sit by my line and wait, than cast a net over the sea.” - Melinda