Let’s talk about being single.
I mean desperate. I mean dying alone.
Never mind.
Let’s start over…I’m wanting to start something special with someone, with a partner.
Multiple partners as a matter of fact; and no, this is not Mitt Romney’s blog. I’m talking about you, the readers.
I want more than one kind of people to take something away from my entries. Perhaps someone will take comfort in knowing they’re not alone in being alone. Maybe you’re not someone who goes out every night to listen to music that’s way too loud and hang around people that are way too drunk.
At the very least you got to respect a Coyote spilling their guts to the Interwebs. Discovering someone else’s deepest sentiments of companionship may pull at your heart strings or your perception.
Feel free to comment on any subject related to what I discuss in my entries. Like relationships, this is not intended to be a channel of one-way communication.
Without further delay, I’ll begin with the most likely reason why I have been a bachelor for most of my college life.
I get turned off by women, should I say girls, rather quickly.
It might be because I am an overly-analytical, cynical fluent bullshit translator—or my ideal mate is an elusive delusion.
The biggest issue: I’ve only met a handful of girls that keep one set of books. That is, they are who they are, wherever they are. They’re genuine.
Allow me to elaborate my ideal college sweetheart.
Not just a hottie. Not someone whose display photo has them looking up and to the left or six-inches of cleavage in a blatant psychological attempt to tell everyone on Facebook, “Hey, look how nice my tits are! ;)”
The winky face means I think you fuck alot.
I prefer someone mature and faithful; and I’m not talking about “OMG! I love ‘Scarface!’” mature. I’m talking about “I’ve watched ‘The Big Lebowski’” mature.
“Faithful” entails someone who hasn’t cycled through bff’s like they were fashion trends.
And someone who is not taller than me—actually, short.
Someone who has a tolerance for stupid people because that certainly can be me at times.
A nice girl (I think that’s an undervalued quality) when it’s appropriate but blunt when it is needed.
Probably a person who listens to KOLA more than KGGI. Do I need to mention listens to the radio first?
Perceptibly an individual who understands why Iran’s “nuclear unveiling” is significant or even happening.
And distinctively someone that recognizes why socialized medicine is preferable from a beneficence point of view and a practical standpoint.
That certainly narrows it down to far too few women in the world, let alone Cal State San Bernardino. Let alone California.
Somebody who I probably won’t be finding at a speed dating event like the one taking place in the SMSU on Wednesday. I’ll be there nonetheless.
Taking this kind of initiative could be a fun step the right direction, or just an opportunity to share my bad breath with multiple minute-mates.
Perhaps I’m past the luxury of preference; past the gesture of picking and choosing.
More on that next week.
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