Man what a long week, I am literally exhausted for the first time in a long time, but I like it. I'd much rather have this feeling and use Sunday as a real rest day, then sit around most of the time like I had been doing. The only downside to being up and about all the time is that at night time I don't get that motivated to go out and do anything crazy, I mean I still go out but I'm much less likely to run up to a group of girls or people and grab their attention.
So like I said I have a new job now, and I must admit I like everything about it. From the company format, to my co-workers, to the actual going out and doing sales part of it, a new experience and one that will teach me more than I'll ever really be able to put into words.
So Friday while we were doing our post-day wrap up I get a text from a buddy telling me he has box seats for the Orioles (B-more's baseball team) game. I literally left the office and he was waiting at my house to take me downtown. It was pretty fun though, def the most exciting O's game I've been to and a pretty chill environment with all those people who clearly have too much money. After the game him and I went out, and man do our styles differ. I don't usually role with just one guy unless I know that we are a good 2 man show, but this time I figured why not. The night started off good, we killed 3/4's (the time constraint led us not to finish the whole bottle) of a fifth of Cruzan's spiced rum and headed into Fed Hill. Whenever I'm out alone or with one other person I like to play it slow and do my whole eye contact/stare thing and use that as an in. This guy Alex was not like that, he just wanted to throw his cards on the table and mix it up. Had I had some energy, I probably would have been down for that but like I said it had been a long day so I wasn't really feeling it. Plus almost right after we got out, he was texting an old course of his who "surprisingly" showed up at the same bar we were at, moral of the story I was out solo before I knew it. The last hour or so I had some conversation with a couple of girls, danced a little, and decided to call it a night. I wasn't in the mood for "overworking" on any girl in particular. What I mean by that is finding a girl that I'm attracted to, on a moderate level, and then putting in a lot of work just to get her. Pretty much I exhaust more energy for someone that I don't consider a high priority...sounds weird maybe but its the best way I can explain it. So that was how my Friday came to a close.
Saturday I woke up and went to my buddy Jerry's house for his sister's all day birthday bbq drinking celebration. I was still pretty tired at this point but I just hopped right back on that drinking horse and had a nice buzz going at around 2:30. This nice buzz carried me through 6 (I kept drinking to maintain it) when I had to leave to go home and change and get ready for my little bro's grad party. I wasn't planning on staying at this grad party for too long just because I don't like spending my free time with high school kids, plus my sis and Stann weren't able to make it back up from Atlanta to attend. So I pretty much made a two hour appearance, then went back to Jerry's to pregame for the night. After a couple games of 21-cup, Frank Kerry and I headed downtown.
I'll take a second to address a comment chin made on an older post that I didn't get around to responding to. YES I have been hanging out with Kerry a lot. Pretty much one night of every weekend I've been seeing her, which after this weekend I think I'll have to change a little bit, at least not make her my primary plan for the night. But in regards to your question, DS wants to have sex with her, everytime. I've been good with not allowing myself to get in a situation where that would likely happen, but whenever we do get in that situation, well you know what happens. The reason I say I'm going to change how much I see her is well because I honestly feel like I have to dedicate my night to her when we hang out, which is NOT what I want to do. I mean it going without saying that I can't hang out with her and bring a different girl home, but I can't really talk/flirt/get a number without upsetting her. She doesn't seem to mind so much if I dance with other girls, but knowing the way I usually dance I can't say that I'm completely my self. So I guess my little see what kind of friends we could be experiment is coming to a close, and I've deduced that we should maintain the "group" environment when we hang out. I'm talking about 6+ people kind of groups.
So back to Saturday, I was def still tired heading into the night downtown so we all decided to make it a chill night. It's like saying we want to STAY at Charlies and NOT go to Ricks. So we found a bar which isn't known for dancing, and hung out there. Oddly enough, while there, Frank and I learned how to do the wobble, Frank literally found some random black girls and had them teach him ha, pretty entertaining. If you don't know what it is, most of you probably don't, check it out on youtube:
Ha Ha I had to pick a black girl instructional video just for effect. The last funny moment was that as we left the bar, some OLDER black women complimented Frank on his wobble ha ha, hilarious.
So yeah that was my weekend, it felt good to sleep in till 9 this morning ha. But better than that it felt good to not have something planned and just being able to chill in my basement. I even watched the Germany women's world cup game just because, they are pretty sick by the way.
This week will be my first time I get my own territory at work, and I get to go out solo, pretty excited. Um yeah I don't do much during the week, I'm out of my house from 7-7 pretty much everyday so I usually just come home eat, relax for an hour, shower then go to bed ha.
One last side note, Jerry and his gf have officially broken up, at least for awhile, so now I have a fresh new wing man to take in under my wings. So if you read a lot of future blog posts with stories of Jerry you know why, apparently my first task is to teach him how to enjoy dancing. Should be interesting.
Have a fun Sunday everyone.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Challenge Accepted
"Impossibilities are merely things of which we have not learned, or which we do not wish to happen."
So I guess I didn't write about this weekend on Sunday like I usually do because there wasn't much to note. Don't get me wrong, I had a good weekend but nothing too exciting happened. Friday I hung out with my new/old friend Jerry and his gf and sis, the same couple I went to Atlantic City the week before with. Once again they got into a fight, which apparently had built up all week, so we didn't get around to going out or anything. I spent most of my night trying to talk to Jerry and help him out in his decision process. As anyone who has been in a long term relationship knows it is very difficult to decide that what's best is for you two to not be together anymore. Basically the thought of not being with the person (mainly out of habit more than anything else) and the idea of seeing them with anyone else (self explanatory) is enough to keep people together despite the fact that they no longer make each one happy. So yeah that was my friday night, I didn't mind so much because I like doing that kind of stuff, but its just tough to see two people I consider friends spend some much time being miserable.
On Saturday I spent most of the daytime hanging out with Jerry and helping him put stuff together around the house. On Friday we went shopping for a new TV stand and an AMP for his outdoor speakers, so we spent Saturday day drinking and setting that stuff up. Sat night the ladies had a night planned so I decided to mix and match groups of friends. Kerry had invited me to a pool party with some co-workers so I figured it would be a good place to introduce Jerry, I mean girls in bathing suits how can you not win with that combo....well you can not win by there being no girls there ha. Unfortunately Kerry had stuff to do all day so by the time she was ready to head over everyone had already left, but I guess it wasn't a total fail because we got to drink and swim and one of her best looking friends Mel was there to entertain. I mean my last post about Kerry should tell you guys pretty much how I feel about this situation but more or less she is my only other friend that I can consistently count on to hang out with. I kinda feel a little pressure, well some welcomed pressure, from Jerry because he's heard so much about me he expects every time I go out to be filled with women. As inaccurate as that may actually be about me, it motivates me to be my most outgoing self just to entertain him when we're out, plus it's pretty fun for me to see how people react to me. So yeah that was my weekend, we had a nice Father's Day BBQ on Sunday.
As for the title.....I accepted a Marketing/Sales/Consulting job today at Distinctive marketing solutions or something. Pretty much I've deduced that this is EXACTLY what Wheeler left us in Mich to move to Boston for. I'll be doing the exact thing he was doing, kinda interesting in my opinion. As you know with the school year over all my current employment is on hold until at least the summer is over, so I've been looking into finding something to do. I literally searched all around in all different markets and this was one of the only things to respond so I figure, why not?
In the middle of this post I talked to Wheeler! ha he called me back TWICE and we had good conversation. I can now say that I'm pretty excited about working. The fact that Wheeler is doing well in this company motivates me to do well and maybe i'll end up moving around the country like he did. I always said this is the time in our lives when we can afford to do things like this so WHY NOT!
Ah yeah I had some stuff to say, but once again I forgot it all. so I'll end this post and probably post later this week (middle) and let you know everything. I'll end on two notes:
1.) WAY too many beautiful girls working in the same office as me, looking like I'll get myself in trouble.
2.) A job where I can control how far I get....entry level to management....CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!
So I guess I didn't write about this weekend on Sunday like I usually do because there wasn't much to note. Don't get me wrong, I had a good weekend but nothing too exciting happened. Friday I hung out with my new/old friend Jerry and his gf and sis, the same couple I went to Atlantic City the week before with. Once again they got into a fight, which apparently had built up all week, so we didn't get around to going out or anything. I spent most of my night trying to talk to Jerry and help him out in his decision process. As anyone who has been in a long term relationship knows it is very difficult to decide that what's best is for you two to not be together anymore. Basically the thought of not being with the person (mainly out of habit more than anything else) and the idea of seeing them with anyone else (self explanatory) is enough to keep people together despite the fact that they no longer make each one happy. So yeah that was my friday night, I didn't mind so much because I like doing that kind of stuff, but its just tough to see two people I consider friends spend some much time being miserable.
On Saturday I spent most of the daytime hanging out with Jerry and helping him put stuff together around the house. On Friday we went shopping for a new TV stand and an AMP for his outdoor speakers, so we spent Saturday day drinking and setting that stuff up. Sat night the ladies had a night planned so I decided to mix and match groups of friends. Kerry had invited me to a pool party with some co-workers so I figured it would be a good place to introduce Jerry, I mean girls in bathing suits how can you not win with that combo....well you can not win by there being no girls there ha. Unfortunately Kerry had stuff to do all day so by the time she was ready to head over everyone had already left, but I guess it wasn't a total fail because we got to drink and swim and one of her best looking friends Mel was there to entertain. I mean my last post about Kerry should tell you guys pretty much how I feel about this situation but more or less she is my only other friend that I can consistently count on to hang out with. I kinda feel a little pressure, well some welcomed pressure, from Jerry because he's heard so much about me he expects every time I go out to be filled with women. As inaccurate as that may actually be about me, it motivates me to be my most outgoing self just to entertain him when we're out, plus it's pretty fun for me to see how people react to me. So yeah that was my weekend, we had a nice Father's Day BBQ on Sunday.
As for the title.....I accepted a Marketing/Sales/Consulting job today at Distinctive marketing solutions or something. Pretty much I've deduced that this is EXACTLY what Wheeler left us in Mich to move to Boston for. I'll be doing the exact thing he was doing, kinda interesting in my opinion. As you know with the school year over all my current employment is on hold until at least the summer is over, so I've been looking into finding something to do. I literally searched all around in all different markets and this was one of the only things to respond so I figure, why not?
In the middle of this post I talked to Wheeler! ha he called me back TWICE and we had good conversation. I can now say that I'm pretty excited about working. The fact that Wheeler is doing well in this company motivates me to do well and maybe i'll end up moving around the country like he did. I always said this is the time in our lives when we can afford to do things like this so WHY NOT!
Ah yeah I had some stuff to say, but once again I forgot it all. so I'll end this post and probably post later this week (middle) and let you know everything. I'll end on two notes:
1.) WAY too many beautiful girls working in the same office as me, looking like I'll get myself in trouble.
2.) A job where I can control how far I get....entry level to management....CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Everywhere I go, Everywhere I've been....The only thing I see is....
Is Beautiful People
I have to admit, I'm pretty happy with myself right now. No not because I met 49, although the potential was definitely there. No I'm happy because I realize that I can be the life of the party, AND I'm pretty good at it. I spent my Saturday of this weekend in Atlantic City and really its one of the only times I've have a completely fun time without hooking up with anyone (this does not include making out because we when I dance I can't help myself). Perhaps it was the fact that I started drinking at 2 pm and kept drinking till 3 am but really I just put it all out there and it worked out so well. I even made some decent money gambling, so pretty much it was a great weekend.
As far as any stories, there were a few moments that I would like to share. During the daytime I spent most of the time explaining many of the games with the people I went with, them being first time gamblers, and having games explained by me. I've told you all before that I'm a craps man, but i discovered a new 3 card poker game, "let it ride" that is pretty fun as well. The reason I love craps so much is because it's a game that when someone wins, everyone wins, and when someone loses, everyone loses. So the table is always rooting for the dice roller and anytime they hit a good roll everyone gets excited. So as I sipped on free drinks at the craps table the pit boss (guy who makes sure the bets are placed right when you want them and such) and I were just commenting on all the various women that would walk by. He would say something like "See those heels on that one" or "look at that tramp stamp" and I would laugh and reply with some unwitty comment. He was a guy in his late 50s or early 60s but pretty hilarious. During this time I realized that there were just so many good looking people in town this weekend that it HAD to be a good night. Even if I don't take someone home, just being around attractive people, talking to them, interacting with them, dancing with them leads me to have a great time so I was excited.
Fast-forward to the free $30 buffet we all got plus the half off admission into the pool bar and the night's bar activities began. It was my first time actually making it out the Harrah's resort and Casino which is famous for having this indoor pool with bars all around it. During the daytime it's more the hang out spot for hotel guests but at night time it turns into a club bumping house music and attracting all of Atlantic City. Most of the time the pool itself is unoccupied, but the complex is full of about 8 different bar areas and an outside patio plus a dance floor, so you can imagine people like to come hang out and have a good time. Perhaps the best part of going to the Pool Bar on this night was that I reaffirmed my love for Bachelorette Parties. Sometime before I mentioned that these parties are a pretty great thing to witness, but now I believe it's the single best reason for a group of girls to gather. Usually you get a wide variety of women per bachelor so it's nice to match up with a group of guys, especially if you're rolling deep, which I don't like but was the case for us. Since I was in a good mood (people and girl watching usually ALWAYS puts me in a good mood) I took it upon myself to be the one to go up and start conversations with every bachelorette we came across. It's perfect because you already have a great in, I like to lead with a simple "Congrats" and then depending on the situation I'll do one of two things. 1.)The bride to be responds kindly so I spark a conversation with her, asking who the maid of honor is and what activities they have planned, or 2.) The maid of honor takes it upon herself to introduce herself to me and include me and my friends in whatever activity they are doing. I know for anyone never in this situation it may seem odd, but I kid you not this formula led me to.....getting free shots (which was nice because drinks are SO overly priced there. $10 well shots), getting a group of girls to dance with all the guys I was with, making some friends, making out with a couple girls, getting flashed by a bride to be....yup, and me gaining all kinds of new (and dangerous) confidence.
I see it this way, people who take vacations or trips to these places EXPECT to have a good time, so I'm just a person they see as a way to help them accomplish their goals. It's all about being interactive and playful and getting everyone involved. I never would have been chosen as the recipient for that boob flashing had I not been the one to try to get two debbie downers of the group involved. Think Tucker Max without all the A*hole comments and antics. So when we find ourselves in these "This night will be as fun as we make it" situations, it is a shame for any one of us not to make that night the "best night of our life"
We ended up staying at the pool bar till about 3:30am, which is crazy because I've never really been in clubs that long, I mean sometimes you hit a 2:30 or 2:45 but when we left it was very much still packed and people were partying hard. We got there between 11:30 and 12am sometime, not really sure. After all the bachelorette party stuff, I decided to "take a lap", I'm sure we all know what this means at this point. For those who don't, taking a lap is basically a way to walk around the bar/club and search for potential hookups or at least people to dance with. Since I was rolling solo, at some point I got separated from the rest of the group, per usual, I was looking for well girls by themselves or at most two girls who looked like they worked well together. Eventually my usual "eye contact" method worked and this girl grabbed me and threw me in the center of her and her two friends. This group became my main contact for the night and eventually I "said hello" to the cutest single one. I say cutest single because in my opinion the cutest one had a boyfriend, I found some disagreement with my friends about this but we all know a lot of the time I have STRANGE tastes so it is what it is. At some point they all told me their full names (I like to ask for full names with girls I like, because it leaves the potential for me to facebook then and have future facebook flirting situations) but of course I forgot them all. I am so terrible with names that I almost forget them instantly. So throughout the night I asked each one again individually, and I still forgot them. I literally spent 30 mins in my hotel room trying to remember just one of their names but I did not succeed. If I couldn't remember names then it was hopeless when the girl I was making out with tried to tell me her number as they left the club, I didn't even remember the area code.... So I guess I self sabotaged myself into going home alone, but I really didn't think twice about it as this point. I was on a entirely different level of fun and proud of myself for taking the initiative so much in the night.
Well As it took my way too long to get home today from AC, I don't remember all the funny little details I was going to share about my night but that's the basic idea of it. We let ourselves have as much fun as we want to have. I love good looking people and get really excited when I'm around them. And I don't need to hook up to have the best night of my life in AC...Go figure.
You know if I continue this trend, of not needing or WANTING to hook up, maybe there's hope for 50 afterall ha ha
Friday, June 10, 2011
The Weeknd
So Chin and I were talking last night, and we thought that it might be a good idea to literally go to Wheeler. From our understanding he is STILL in Colorado, and hasn't had any kind of official I'm going to Cali news yet so we were thinking how about planning a trip there? Just a thought, sounded good to us, of course I was well on my way to drinking and Chin well is always happy ha.
On that note, I checked out a group that Chin had been recommending for some time now, the Weeknd and I have to say I'm a fan. The thing about me and music is that it's similar to me and movies, it doesn't take much for me to give the thumbs up. The only difference with Music is that for me music is a very mood based activity. Like there are certain things I like to listen to when running/cleaning/partying/dancing/cooking/chilling/writing/playing with myself, etc. So basically if any of you are interested (which you should be) this mixtape (House of Balloons) falls in the chillin/writing category. Something that I can listen to without necessarily wanting to be caught up in the lyrics. The undertones and beats are really laid back in my opinion, which is perfect for me writing but no so much if I'm trying to have a dance party (something that really doesn't exist outside of college, sadly). I was never a good person for writing reviews, so the only real way to see if you can vibe with them is to check them out yourself, and I think the term "vibe" really applies to them.
I shared my life dream with my parents this week, which is a little different from what my life dream used to be. I no longer want to open a clinic eventually and help people that way, I've chosen a different set of people to help. This conversation led to two things, 1.) my dad actually loving my idea and telling me this inspiring story about how teach for america was founded. and 2.) him telling me I need to find a job now. I guess it was the best I could have hoped for. When people say the "job market" is down and all that stuff I think most of us misunderstand. Honestly, there are probably hundreds of jobs we each could go out and get, being semi-educated or even uneducated, but these are not the jobs we "want." These are the service jobs, you know selling stuff to people in any fashion; anything from fast-food to insurance. But the market that is hard to find a job in is the "real" job market, the jobs that require college degrees and well educated folk. So basically with my narrow job search it made it a little difficult to find something this summer, with the school year ending and my teaching position and coaching coming to an end. So really what my father was saying to me was "I love your dream, I love that you have a dream, I know you'll make it there someday, but that is not today. So for now, you better find a job that pays." Very wise words dad haha, but his point is well taken. So the moral of the story here is that for the next week or so I'll still try to find something in the psychology field for a job, something that doesn't have to do with psychopathology. If things don't work out there, then I'll probably just find some kind of random job so I can just make money and keep saving. Chin has really inspired me to think about moving out because well as great as living with your parents is, it's not all that great.
Looking ahead, I'm going to Atlantic City again this weekend. This time it's with a completely new group of people, I guess they're the ones I've been hanging out with more lately, and when I say new they are all actually people I've known since Middle/High School but people I didn't really hang out with all that much. These are people that when the hear the number "48" they think I have some magical powers that allow me to pick up girls however and whenever I want, I mean honestly if that was the case my number would probably already be over 100. So whenever we go out, they always just watch me and wait for some girl to come crawling into my arms, which only happens if they're really drunk and can't support themselves ha. BUT since it's a birthday trip, I think I might put on my best Galfing outfit, pull out the "do work" clubs and really attack this course(s), just in case something really special happens and there's more than one.
So Cassie has this new guy now, we ever going to make that 1502 marriage bet? I'm pretty sure I'm behind now and I believe O might be either slightly behind or in front of me ha. Does that mean Cassie is about to pass Wheeler up as the new front runner?
On that note, I checked out a group that Chin had been recommending for some time now, the Weeknd and I have to say I'm a fan. The thing about me and music is that it's similar to me and movies, it doesn't take much for me to give the thumbs up. The only difference with Music is that for me music is a very mood based activity. Like there are certain things I like to listen to when running/cleaning/partying/dancing/cooking/chilling/writing/playing with myself, etc. So basically if any of you are interested (which you should be) this mixtape (House of Balloons) falls in the chillin/writing category. Something that I can listen to without necessarily wanting to be caught up in the lyrics. The undertones and beats are really laid back in my opinion, which is perfect for me writing but no so much if I'm trying to have a dance party (something that really doesn't exist outside of college, sadly). I was never a good person for writing reviews, so the only real way to see if you can vibe with them is to check them out yourself, and I think the term "vibe" really applies to them.
I shared my life dream with my parents this week, which is a little different from what my life dream used to be. I no longer want to open a clinic eventually and help people that way, I've chosen a different set of people to help. This conversation led to two things, 1.) my dad actually loving my idea and telling me this inspiring story about how teach for america was founded. and 2.) him telling me I need to find a job now. I guess it was the best I could have hoped for. When people say the "job market" is down and all that stuff I think most of us misunderstand. Honestly, there are probably hundreds of jobs we each could go out and get, being semi-educated or even uneducated, but these are not the jobs we "want." These are the service jobs, you know selling stuff to people in any fashion; anything from fast-food to insurance. But the market that is hard to find a job in is the "real" job market, the jobs that require college degrees and well educated folk. So basically with my narrow job search it made it a little difficult to find something this summer, with the school year ending and my teaching position and coaching coming to an end. So really what my father was saying to me was "I love your dream, I love that you have a dream, I know you'll make it there someday, but that is not today. So for now, you better find a job that pays." Very wise words dad haha, but his point is well taken. So the moral of the story here is that for the next week or so I'll still try to find something in the psychology field for a job, something that doesn't have to do with psychopathology. If things don't work out there, then I'll probably just find some kind of random job so I can just make money and keep saving. Chin has really inspired me to think about moving out because well as great as living with your parents is, it's not all that great.
Looking ahead, I'm going to Atlantic City again this weekend. This time it's with a completely new group of people, I guess they're the ones I've been hanging out with more lately, and when I say new they are all actually people I've known since Middle/High School but people I didn't really hang out with all that much. These are people that when the hear the number "48" they think I have some magical powers that allow me to pick up girls however and whenever I want, I mean honestly if that was the case my number would probably already be over 100. So whenever we go out, they always just watch me and wait for some girl to come crawling into my arms, which only happens if they're really drunk and can't support themselves ha. BUT since it's a birthday trip, I think I might put on my best Galfing outfit, pull out the "do work" clubs and really attack this course(s), just in case something really special happens and there's more than one.
So Cassie has this new guy now, we ever going to make that 1502 marriage bet? I'm pretty sure I'm behind now and I believe O might be either slightly behind or in front of me ha. Does that mean Cassie is about to pass Wheeler up as the new front runner?
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Pursuit of Happiness
Another weekend down, I swear sometimes it seems like these things go so quickly.
I often find myself at these crossroads where I decide something drastic like attempting to become celibate or what not, but this is not one of those times. I mean most of you know that usually when I say something like that, I end up failing because well I never have a good reason to stop. I now sit at 48, 48 women, that's pretty intense. I mean I still would like to believe that my future wife can hold a number like 50 because its round, sounds nice, and could be something special. In all actuality, at my current pace, and my current stage in my life, I would have to completely stop having relations with women for the next 5 years if I were to hope that number 50 would be my wife. That or something completely crazy would have to happen and I met the women of my dreams in the next few weeks. I had all but given up this idea of having 50 mean something more to me than any other one, until my buddy Jerry and I had a conversation last night. He made a simple point, just because I want 50 to be my wife, doesn't mean I have to stop there. I could either back track (which every Galfer does from time to time, I mean some courses were just so enjoyable to play you constantly want to go back. I guess in essence it's what every Galfer looks for, otherwise what's the point of playing at all?) or I could just make sure that eventually I went back to 50. It's not like I would lose her once we had relations.
At first I was amazed by this idea, I guess I always figured that for her to be my future wife I would have to never see another girl, but it is almost impossible to think that this would be the case at this stage in my life. But after waking up today, cleaning my room, sitting and thinking for awhile I think that it really doesn't matter. I mean it never did matter really, I just used this notion of 50 being something special to help make me feel better about reaching such a number. But since then I've grown to accept this about myself, I mean its not to say I'm proud of it or anything, I'm not that type of guy and I haven't been doing this to just reach a plateau or outdo anyone else, but I don't think I'm a bad person or been terrible to the people I meet so I don't need to validate myself anymore. I guess it seemed nice to have "Her" be 50, but she can easily be special as 60 or 53 or forbid 100. I really hope I don't like myself get carried away and go all the way to 100, to think of 50 more girls, over my lifetime or not, that just feels excessive. I guess this is just me closing the book on the notion of making any girl, on purpose, be more special than she might be. I'm sure that I will eventually find one to hold over all the others, but I wouldn't want to put any added pressure on either of us by predetermining her number, although it would still be cool.
To switch gears, some interesting things happened to me this weekend. For one thing the Drake line " I got my next girl, standing with my ex girl, standing with the girl that I'm F***ing right now" actually came to pass. I was in downtown Baltimore, Fed Hill, at Stalking Horse, when at one time I was standing with 45, when a cute girl whom I had been flirting with earlier in the night walked up to where we were standing. Not too long after that, 48, the French Girl, also showed up and flashed me this look. This was really the first time anything like this had happened to me and I think I handled it like a little punk actually ha. I mean when 48 showed up I pretty much ran away, as in I left the area and walked away for awhile wishing she would disappear, which she eventually did. I don't know if this is what it feels like to be confronted by girls you have one night stands with but it definitely makes me not want to do it again. I kid you not so was so mad the last time I saw her I fully expected a physical confrontation with her Ha. I'm thinking I need to find a new bar to go to because that is the place where I met her to begin with. New is almost always better right?
Another thing was that, in the same night actually, I realized that I really rarely have fun with 45 in a group setting. Well let me rephrase that, I actually can have fun with her it just REALLY depends on which friends she's with. This weekend she was with her "I am holding on to a dysfunctional relationship in which the guy is a douche but I still want him and I'll be a debbie downer because I can't let go" friend, and man was that a not fun time. I'm not against relationships, not by any means, but I am against dysfunctional ones. But hey some people like misery so that alone isn't enough to grind my gears. The think I can't really stand is when people project their negative energy on other people and bring the whole environment around them down. If you and your boo are having a hard time, everyone doesn't need to know about it. If its so bad you should deal with it, and then if you're really that upset you shouldn't go out. If you do decide to go out, you have to at least make it so you're going out to forget about the situation you're in, not use it to wallow in your own mess. As you can tell I am not very happy about this whole thing. Anyways in reference to 45, she's the type that let her friends determine what can of person she will be. So naturally when she's with this friend, she was no fun to be around. I mean all I wanted to do was dance, like 1 song or maybe even 2, but they were "Not in the mood" or "not drunk enough" or whatever other stupid reason they just didn't want to have fun, so I hated it.
I was trying to hang out with 45 again because I am a hopeless romantic and believe that relationships can be salvaged into friendships. However, this is not the case with 45. Don't get me wrong, very sweet girl, but as for what I look for in friends just not there, so sad really. I mean just doesn't like the same things as me really, and honestly too dependent socially on others to determine the night. It's like she's a blank canvas and anyone can paint her to be the person they want, almost feel like at times she doesn't have enough self confidence to take over situations. Oh well I guess, you can't win them all, also can't change people. It takes a lifetime to overcome certain parts of people's personalities and even then all you manage to do is live with them that way.
For the first time, I'm ok with letting 45 and her friends go. I am starting to make a nice little network for myself here and I don't have to rely on my first set of relationships to carry me through. Pretty happy about that, and if you don't know what I mean by this then you should read some of my earlier posts, way earlier.
To take another subject turn here, I developed a new theory on relationships. Well not a complete theory, just a thought that I believe from what I've seen over the years. I sincerely believe that every relationship at some point or another is going to face a huge hurdle. It can come in any form and varies but once you're there you'll know it. If this hurdle is NOT a personality one, meaning that its not based on one person's personality or the other, then you more than likely can make it through it AND once you do, your relationship will def be better and stronger from it. What I've noticed is that these hurdles are pretty much either we deal with this or we have to break up kind of things. Anyone who has been in a long term commitment should understand this, because it's only natural when deep emotions and feelings are involved that eventually you get to a point where there's a little conflict. Human nature is to really be at a constant struggle between our ideal situations and the realities we face. Anyways just a thought that I had, no real rhyme or reason to it.
The last topic change. What's the deal with this reunion, no one answer my e-mail question so are we ALL on board or no?
I often find myself at these crossroads where I decide something drastic like attempting to become celibate or what not, but this is not one of those times. I mean most of you know that usually when I say something like that, I end up failing because well I never have a good reason to stop. I now sit at 48, 48 women, that's pretty intense. I mean I still would like to believe that my future wife can hold a number like 50 because its round, sounds nice, and could be something special. In all actuality, at my current pace, and my current stage in my life, I would have to completely stop having relations with women for the next 5 years if I were to hope that number 50 would be my wife. That or something completely crazy would have to happen and I met the women of my dreams in the next few weeks. I had all but given up this idea of having 50 mean something more to me than any other one, until my buddy Jerry and I had a conversation last night. He made a simple point, just because I want 50 to be my wife, doesn't mean I have to stop there. I could either back track (which every Galfer does from time to time, I mean some courses were just so enjoyable to play you constantly want to go back. I guess in essence it's what every Galfer looks for, otherwise what's the point of playing at all?) or I could just make sure that eventually I went back to 50. It's not like I would lose her once we had relations.
At first I was amazed by this idea, I guess I always figured that for her to be my future wife I would have to never see another girl, but it is almost impossible to think that this would be the case at this stage in my life. But after waking up today, cleaning my room, sitting and thinking for awhile I think that it really doesn't matter. I mean it never did matter really, I just used this notion of 50 being something special to help make me feel better about reaching such a number. But since then I've grown to accept this about myself, I mean its not to say I'm proud of it or anything, I'm not that type of guy and I haven't been doing this to just reach a plateau or outdo anyone else, but I don't think I'm a bad person or been terrible to the people I meet so I don't need to validate myself anymore. I guess it seemed nice to have "Her" be 50, but she can easily be special as 60 or 53 or forbid 100. I really hope I don't like myself get carried away and go all the way to 100, to think of 50 more girls, over my lifetime or not, that just feels excessive. I guess this is just me closing the book on the notion of making any girl, on purpose, be more special than she might be. I'm sure that I will eventually find one to hold over all the others, but I wouldn't want to put any added pressure on either of us by predetermining her number, although it would still be cool.
To switch gears, some interesting things happened to me this weekend. For one thing the Drake line " I got my next girl, standing with my ex girl, standing with the girl that I'm F***ing right now" actually came to pass. I was in downtown Baltimore, Fed Hill, at Stalking Horse, when at one time I was standing with 45, when a cute girl whom I had been flirting with earlier in the night walked up to where we were standing. Not too long after that, 48, the French Girl, also showed up and flashed me this look. This was really the first time anything like this had happened to me and I think I handled it like a little punk actually ha. I mean when 48 showed up I pretty much ran away, as in I left the area and walked away for awhile wishing she would disappear, which she eventually did. I don't know if this is what it feels like to be confronted by girls you have one night stands with but it definitely makes me not want to do it again. I kid you not so was so mad the last time I saw her I fully expected a physical confrontation with her Ha. I'm thinking I need to find a new bar to go to because that is the place where I met her to begin with. New is almost always better right?
Another thing was that, in the same night actually, I realized that I really rarely have fun with 45 in a group setting. Well let me rephrase that, I actually can have fun with her it just REALLY depends on which friends she's with. This weekend she was with her "I am holding on to a dysfunctional relationship in which the guy is a douche but I still want him and I'll be a debbie downer because I can't let go" friend, and man was that a not fun time. I'm not against relationships, not by any means, but I am against dysfunctional ones. But hey some people like misery so that alone isn't enough to grind my gears. The think I can't really stand is when people project their negative energy on other people and bring the whole environment around them down. If you and your boo are having a hard time, everyone doesn't need to know about it. If its so bad you should deal with it, and then if you're really that upset you shouldn't go out. If you do decide to go out, you have to at least make it so you're going out to forget about the situation you're in, not use it to wallow in your own mess. As you can tell I am not very happy about this whole thing. Anyways in reference to 45, she's the type that let her friends determine what can of person she will be. So naturally when she's with this friend, she was no fun to be around. I mean all I wanted to do was dance, like 1 song or maybe even 2, but they were "Not in the mood" or "not drunk enough" or whatever other stupid reason they just didn't want to have fun, so I hated it.
I was trying to hang out with 45 again because I am a hopeless romantic and believe that relationships can be salvaged into friendships. However, this is not the case with 45. Don't get me wrong, very sweet girl, but as for what I look for in friends just not there, so sad really. I mean just doesn't like the same things as me really, and honestly too dependent socially on others to determine the night. It's like she's a blank canvas and anyone can paint her to be the person they want, almost feel like at times she doesn't have enough self confidence to take over situations. Oh well I guess, you can't win them all, also can't change people. It takes a lifetime to overcome certain parts of people's personalities and even then all you manage to do is live with them that way.
For the first time, I'm ok with letting 45 and her friends go. I am starting to make a nice little network for myself here and I don't have to rely on my first set of relationships to carry me through. Pretty happy about that, and if you don't know what I mean by this then you should read some of my earlier posts, way earlier.
To take another subject turn here, I developed a new theory on relationships. Well not a complete theory, just a thought that I believe from what I've seen over the years. I sincerely believe that every relationship at some point or another is going to face a huge hurdle. It can come in any form and varies but once you're there you'll know it. If this hurdle is NOT a personality one, meaning that its not based on one person's personality or the other, then you more than likely can make it through it AND once you do, your relationship will def be better and stronger from it. What I've noticed is that these hurdles are pretty much either we deal with this or we have to break up kind of things. Anyone who has been in a long term commitment should understand this, because it's only natural when deep emotions and feelings are involved that eventually you get to a point where there's a little conflict. Human nature is to really be at a constant struggle between our ideal situations and the realities we face. Anyways just a thought that I had, no real rhyme or reason to it.
The last topic change. What's the deal with this reunion, no one answer my e-mail question so are we ALL on board or no?
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
The Lost Generation
This was probably one of my hardest weeks ever....Why? Well because I had NOTHING to do. To those of you who work full time this may seem like a good thing, like what's wrong with a little time off, but you know how I HATE downtime....
So I was reading an article on Huffingtonpost the other day about the supposed Lost Generation, kids who graduate from college from 09-12 who literally are faced with the hardest economic times of the present since the great depression. It goes on to give all these stats about how pretty much we'll be the first generation that is not financially better off than our parents...etc...I have to admit, this article gave me a little pause because for the first time in my life I'm an actual Statistic. Usually I pride myself with being different, off, weird, unique, outside the mold, but in this case I am just another number. Just like most kids my age I moved back home with my rents and now I'm just spending this time "saving" or "preparing" to move on with my life. While I am not going through a quarter life crisis over this or anything, I have to admit it did give me pause....
Well that was just a thought I had. If anything this motivates me to really go out there and do something with myself. I always kinda wanted to just fit in with my career choice, you know choose a safe job and make decent money and then that would lead to me being happy. But I've kinda changed my mind about that. I got a fortune cookie today that told me money and success would not lead to happiness, but rather I would do something I am passionate about (something like that in a roundabout fortune cookie way of saying it). I thought this was perfect for me. For some time now I've been unhappy with certain things around me, and noticed that there are situations young people get themselves in these days that with a little information they could avoid. One example is the whole college dream. We are hardwired to believe that you NEED to get into college to make it in America. It's like they want us to believe that once you have a college degree the red sea parts and everything you've ever dreamed of comes true. So we press hard through high school to make it there, we flood our debt with student loans just to finally graduate only to find out that our degree means nothing. Only to find out that a social science Bachelor's is just a ticket to more school and more debt. Only to find out that people who didn't finish high school are making more money than us...Yeah seems like there's a problem here. Now this situation doesn't apply to everyone. There are many kids out there who's parents were lucky enough to save a college fund, who's family owns some company they can go work for with their degree, who's aunt is a big shot something or another that has connections. Then there are some who for some reason just always seem to have things go there way, who can talk themselves into a better situation. BUT there are those of the bottom middle class who came from lesser homes that fall into this category. What do I want to do? Well I feel like if there was a PROMINENT program out there that explained this process to kids they would PROBABLY work a little harder in college, you know pick a major that had better prospects of jobs after graduation.
They say knowledge is power, well there is no where this is more true than in America. Knowledge really is power, and the key to knowledge is information. A lot of WHO you know rather than WHAT you know BUT WHAT you know that still get you a long way. Another scenario. Some high school athlete just starts playing a sport their junior year. Let's say it's basketball. This kid has some pretty solid talent and most likely can be a starter on a D III or even D II school, and with work and the right timing could make it on a DI team. However, this kid plays for a school that constantly goes 0-15 and while they average some of the higher numbers in their state, no one ever gets to see them play. Their parents spend the junior and senior year waiting for phone calls from college coaches that never come, and eventually this kid doesn't even go to college because they have mediocre grades. In this case, all this kid has to go is MARKET themselves, send some e-mails, make some highlight tapes, and make some phone calls to schools and they probably could get themselves a solid look from a coach or two. Once again, because they lack the information, because of their situation and their parent's lack of knowledge, things don't work out well for this kid.
Immigrating to the US from a lesser country is well, its hard. For one thing, America almost never acknowledges education from other countries, so just imagine losing everything. Well for children, you understand that your parents gave up EVERYTHING in Hopes that you can get a better life so you try your hardest to do well in school. Most foreigners however have a high standard of success, doctors, lawyers, or every know and then a CEO is good enough to make the cut. Thats some kind of pressure to put on yourself. You think that if you don't make it then the sacrifice your parent's made was all for nothing, and you spend all your time thinking you let them down. This was my thinking as a kid growing up. I mean my family and I had some rough times and the thought of this dream life is what kept me going. Believing that once I made it to college I would get anything I wanted, but not really understanding what it would take after I got there to make that happen. I don't blame anyone for my situation, I've made all my choices for myself and my own reasons, but I'm not saying that had I been given some additional information about what my degree meant post grad, I more than likely would have stayed a math major, or at least switched to engineering.
What's my point, well being the optimist that I am I've decided that I no longer want to just be another person. I no longer just want to go to work, make good money, provide for me family and be merry. I want to be a change. I want to use my experiences and my failures to help people (from less fortunate to trust fund) understand the reality of life. I want to help kids excel in school and sports, I want them to understand what different majors mean and what jobs really are available for them out there. I want families to save so their kids don't have to be thousands in debt when they graduate, I want to start something that will have a lasting impact on every child I come across. So I guess this is my new declaration to myself, I am no longer satisfied with just making my life better, I must make the lives of people I meet better as well.
America is a wonderful land bustling with opportunity, the only issue is understanding how to take advantage of all those opportunities out there. I know for me I just didn't really know what was what and who was who and left from right when it came to politics, but with a little help I know other people can have an easier time than I did.
So I may be a member of this Lost Generation, but I will do my best to make sure other's don't suffer the same fate. I have an unrelenting belief that everything will work out for me, this belief keeps me going when times get rough; but I understand that for others they may not have that luxury so I will do my best to make their transition into adulthood a little smoother than mine has been.
So I was reading an article on Huffingtonpost the other day about the supposed Lost Generation, kids who graduate from college from 09-12 who literally are faced with the hardest economic times of the present since the great depression. It goes on to give all these stats about how pretty much we'll be the first generation that is not financially better off than our parents...etc...I have to admit, this article gave me a little pause because for the first time in my life I'm an actual Statistic. Usually I pride myself with being different, off, weird, unique, outside the mold, but in this case I am just another number. Just like most kids my age I moved back home with my rents and now I'm just spending this time "saving" or "preparing" to move on with my life. While I am not going through a quarter life crisis over this or anything, I have to admit it did give me pause....
Well that was just a thought I had. If anything this motivates me to really go out there and do something with myself. I always kinda wanted to just fit in with my career choice, you know choose a safe job and make decent money and then that would lead to me being happy. But I've kinda changed my mind about that. I got a fortune cookie today that told me money and success would not lead to happiness, but rather I would do something I am passionate about (something like that in a roundabout fortune cookie way of saying it). I thought this was perfect for me. For some time now I've been unhappy with certain things around me, and noticed that there are situations young people get themselves in these days that with a little information they could avoid. One example is the whole college dream. We are hardwired to believe that you NEED to get into college to make it in America. It's like they want us to believe that once you have a college degree the red sea parts and everything you've ever dreamed of comes true. So we press hard through high school to make it there, we flood our debt with student loans just to finally graduate only to find out that our degree means nothing. Only to find out that a social science Bachelor's is just a ticket to more school and more debt. Only to find out that people who didn't finish high school are making more money than us...Yeah seems like there's a problem here. Now this situation doesn't apply to everyone. There are many kids out there who's parents were lucky enough to save a college fund, who's family owns some company they can go work for with their degree, who's aunt is a big shot something or another that has connections. Then there are some who for some reason just always seem to have things go there way, who can talk themselves into a better situation. BUT there are those of the bottom middle class who came from lesser homes that fall into this category. What do I want to do? Well I feel like if there was a PROMINENT program out there that explained this process to kids they would PROBABLY work a little harder in college, you know pick a major that had better prospects of jobs after graduation.
They say knowledge is power, well there is no where this is more true than in America. Knowledge really is power, and the key to knowledge is information. A lot of WHO you know rather than WHAT you know BUT WHAT you know that still get you a long way. Another scenario. Some high school athlete just starts playing a sport their junior year. Let's say it's basketball. This kid has some pretty solid talent and most likely can be a starter on a D III or even D II school, and with work and the right timing could make it on a DI team. However, this kid plays for a school that constantly goes 0-15 and while they average some of the higher numbers in their state, no one ever gets to see them play. Their parents spend the junior and senior year waiting for phone calls from college coaches that never come, and eventually this kid doesn't even go to college because they have mediocre grades. In this case, all this kid has to go is MARKET themselves, send some e-mails, make some highlight tapes, and make some phone calls to schools and they probably could get themselves a solid look from a coach or two. Once again, because they lack the information, because of their situation and their parent's lack of knowledge, things don't work out well for this kid.
Immigrating to the US from a lesser country is well, its hard. For one thing, America almost never acknowledges education from other countries, so just imagine losing everything. Well for children, you understand that your parents gave up EVERYTHING in Hopes that you can get a better life so you try your hardest to do well in school. Most foreigners however have a high standard of success, doctors, lawyers, or every know and then a CEO is good enough to make the cut. Thats some kind of pressure to put on yourself. You think that if you don't make it then the sacrifice your parent's made was all for nothing, and you spend all your time thinking you let them down. This was my thinking as a kid growing up. I mean my family and I had some rough times and the thought of this dream life is what kept me going. Believing that once I made it to college I would get anything I wanted, but not really understanding what it would take after I got there to make that happen. I don't blame anyone for my situation, I've made all my choices for myself and my own reasons, but I'm not saying that had I been given some additional information about what my degree meant post grad, I more than likely would have stayed a math major, or at least switched to engineering.
What's my point, well being the optimist that I am I've decided that I no longer want to just be another person. I no longer just want to go to work, make good money, provide for me family and be merry. I want to be a change. I want to use my experiences and my failures to help people (from less fortunate to trust fund) understand the reality of life. I want to help kids excel in school and sports, I want them to understand what different majors mean and what jobs really are available for them out there. I want families to save so their kids don't have to be thousands in debt when they graduate, I want to start something that will have a lasting impact on every child I come across. So I guess this is my new declaration to myself, I am no longer satisfied with just making my life better, I must make the lives of people I meet better as well.
America is a wonderful land bustling with opportunity, the only issue is understanding how to take advantage of all those opportunities out there. I know for me I just didn't really know what was what and who was who and left from right when it came to politics, but with a little help I know other people can have an easier time than I did.
So I may be a member of this Lost Generation, but I will do my best to make sure other's don't suffer the same fate. I have an unrelenting belief that everything will work out for me, this belief keeps me going when times get rough; but I understand that for others they may not have that luxury so I will do my best to make their transition into adulthood a little smoother than mine has been.
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