It’s true. I’m in love with a girl that doesn’t exist. I don’t even know her name. Actually, she doesn’t have a name because she lives in my head. I don’t even really know what she looks like. Sometimes I think she looks like Zooey Deschanel. But most of the time she’s kinda of a blur.
Mostly I know that she doesn’t like all of the same things I do, thinks different from me, and makes me laugh. I like her because she’s “real” with me.
Yeah, I’m in love with a fantasy of a girl that gets pissed at me and tells me no!
I guess I’m kind of a realist when it comes to fantasy (at least the kind of fantasy I can freely divulge on this blog). I think I know why though. I think it’s because deep down, at the core of it all, I’m a desperately practical man. As much crap as I talk, as crazy as I’m able to think, deep down I analyze the situation and take the safe, easy route. The one that won’t land me in jail. The one that won’t rape my wallet. The one that won’t make me look attractive to the kind of girls I really (think I) want to meet.
God I have a lot to change…
Well, my rum and coke is empty, so I guess I’ll stop there.
Is this a good post? I guess I don’t care. I have rum to drink and girls in bikinis in tropical Mexico to watch.
Oh, and the whole “changing the inner-me” stuff to work on.
Still single and sitting alone in a hotel room drinking rum and thinking about life, my core being, and girls in bikinis,
Scott
[FYI Context Update: As of 1:42 am the author would like to note that a 750 ml bottle of Tommy Bahama (yes, of the Hawaiian Shirt variety) Rum that was 1/4 empty prior to the nights events is now standing at 3/4 empty! Yes, I drank half the bottle tonight! Oops! Scott]
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