Guard +1 when conversing with males

Issue: It's impossible to be friends with a girl without her thinking you want to get into her pants.

Should it really be that hard to start a new platonic relationship with a girl? Even better when they have a boyfriend and they just don't understand what that means. Don't even start with single. Here's an example:

Me: Hey I'm ShadowlessTomorrow. *extends hand*
Pretty girl: I have a boyfriend
Me: Wow, I didn't ask that but thanks for making a friendship with you extremely difficult for no apparent reason at all.

Now just because I listed her as Pretty Girl does not mean I was thinking SEX SEX SEX. Sure, she's cute. I have eyes. But there are some people I would just like to get to know. There have been times when I just felt someone's aura and thought to myself, 'wow she'd probably be really cool to get to know.' Or just saw someone, overhead them talking, heard stories and thought that they might be an interesting person to get to know. If it evolved into something where she would like to start a relationship, then I'm all game for that. But the initial interaction was, in all honesty, just to get to know her.

Why are all girls on their guard? I guess it's understandable. Guys are idiots and we don't think with the head on our shoulders, we use another head. (We also like head!) But can't you give the guy the benefit of the doubt. Give him a chance. I am a guy myself, a fact I can assure you, but I don't always think about how is the best way to separate a girl from her pants and subsequently layers of clothing. Even when I tell girls that I'm just honestly trying to get to know you they take that as some shrewd snake-like tactic. Pfft. Not me. I'm very direct and very forward. If I'm looking to get in a kiss before the dates over. You will know it. If I'm looking for a night of dancing then we part ways, Oh you'll know it. If I'm just looking for someone cool to hangout with maybe grab a movie sometime. You won't be able to tell the difference between me and other guys who want your panties on the floor. Ugh...

I've never had trouble doing the latter, hitting on a girl. I'm upfront that I would like to take them out on a date maybe some food and someplace we could sit and chat. I tell them I think they are very pretty very cute and I would like to see if your personality follows suit. No problem. He's very direct. Very forward. Almost too blunt. But at least I know what he wants and what's his intentions.

"I just think you're really cool and thought maybe we could just hang out sometime."
Yeah that's what gets me in trouble. I can see how that can -CAN- be misinterpreted but what if I followed that with.
"Someone cool I can hang out with. Like a good friend I can chill with and be myself."
Now where's the misinterpretation there? Come on? Anyone? And don't say that that's just a sneaky trick to get a girl to go out on a date because if they wanted to hang out with other people that's cool with me. Who knows, maybe one of her friends might actually catch my eye. hahaha

I do have to admit though. The girls I do talk to, I like in some form or another. Physically I mean. Call me shallow but how many girls out there would approach mister boils-on-side-of-face. They should be called shallow too! (and no, I'm not mister boils-on-side-of-face) But the physical attraction isn't the big or even main factor as to why I approach these girls. I just honestly would like to get to know them.

Cool, you play video games? And you think Supreme Commander owns the RTS genre. Shit you even know what RTS stands for.
Or.
Yeah I agree, the Nokia N95 is way cooler than the iphone. But I like the Xperia.
Or.
(they just have a sort of dark sarcastic personality)

Oi... I think me being misunderstood is going to continue for quite sometime... Even when I have a girlfriend. Still misunderstood.

Platonic Enigma,
Shadowlesstomorrow

Energy Drinks

Never quite so clean, quite so white
Never quite there, though so many lights
Never quite polite, but honesty at it's height
Never truly wrong, never truly right
Never had proof, but could prove myself right
Never quite ambitious, but have goals in sight
Never any perils, but so many plights
Never say never, but never I might
Never could say no, quite the one for a fight
Never been a together, but spent many nights
Never could hug, but would love to hold someone tight
Never too important, but never quite trite
Never was a gambler, but life is controlled the dice
Never could dream, envious of kites
Never stay grounded, never could achieve flight
Never a heavy thought, but not a single one light
Never quite a poet, but tend arrange what I write
Never stay for long, but will always come by
Never was a hero, chipped armor knight
Never could be stressed, just do what you like
Never could stay constant, consistently irregular

I'm not allowed/suppose to drink energy drinks. They make me flip out, freak out, tweak. I run around, I can't stop moving. I sing- loudly. And I basically say and do things that a cracked out addict would do, minus the random schizo movements. I guess perhaps that comes included as well. It's a package deal. A combo. Would you like fries with that?

I drank an energy drink.

I don't know why but when I did (drink that energy drink) That came out. That up above. Up there. Scroll up. See it? That never never never thing. Everything I write has some meaning and some of the lines make sense to me but who know where the rest came from. Maybe some deep rooted something. Ha.

Hyper-rized,

Shadowlesstomorrow

The Poem

I recall the Christmas we missed
That day not long still so fresh ago
The day where I had but only one wish
That you could see with me the same snow
As it fell to my feet through my hands it slipped
And my breath blew vapors so cold
My present would have been one kiss
In all the familiar places you know
My smile would have stayed on my lips
But now it's something I seldom show
Now another is upon us it comes so quick
But I'll always remember the memory I hold
Walking on the ice, my wandering thoughts trip
And back to that Christmas is where my thoughts go
But I was away. Away. Reminded by this snowy day.

Work in progress...

Edited. Final I think, I guess. No more thoughts on this matter. I guess at least for now. Christmas... ugh. I'm done.

Happy B-Day St. Jesus

Here comes Christmas. Oh yay Christmas. Another year, another day in the 365 grind where everyone just feels a little happier just because it's the 25th. The 25th happens 12 times a month and we get no happier, no more merrier but that last 25th... well it's cause for celebration of all sorts and all kinds. Lights, trees, presents, green and red like someone with spitting up blood into a pile of their own green jello vomit. Every year someone comes around and tells me, "This year will be different, just try to be happy." And every year, I try. I really do. I try. I smile and drink egg nog (with lots of rum) and watch people string up lights, decorate trees and hang up stockings. I see everyone smiling and having a good time and yes I feel the great energy too. I smile. I laugh. I eat, drink, and be merry. Maybe it'll be different this year. Yeah maybe.

Then some fucked up shit happens. Somethings happens to someone, something, somewhere. And shit gets blown the fuck up everywhere. Always, always, always. Now why the fuck why.

I do not like this time of the year. It's just like every other time of the year but everyone has to emphasize that "IT'S CHRISTMAS" and remind, remind, remind me. I don't care. I just don't. I spit on trees. Smile malicious to Santas and send out dirty thoughts to his cute scantily dressed elves. I glare at all those people who make a list of all those things they want with hopeful stars in their eyes. I exhaust myself... I tire myself out hating everything around me.

I retreat to private alcove under blankets, sipping rum with a dash of egg nog. Waiting for the season to pass. Waiting for everything to go away, for the month where people take down all those stupid decorations.

But someone drags me somewhere. Hoping to change my outlook on Christmas. Reluctantly I agree. And smile the fakest smile, praticed over years, and say "Sure, make it better for me." Make it better for me. We shall see how this year goes.

Hanukkah I'm fine with though. I love dreidels.

Yet another year,
ShadowlessTomorrow

I am

I'm completely unmanageable/ Though I'm not, you feel that I'm tangible/ I drive you in your darkest hour to become a cannibal/ But as heavy as I am it's completely understandable/ I'm a chain to your heart like a set of manacles/ I'm fates not so funny antecdote/ I'll make you unstable unable to repress the label of manical/ I am loniness, singlely uncurable.

Huh...

Mindless

It's completely incomprehensible. What is of tails and which sides is heads. Where do we stand or rather which side should we? What has happened to all the heroes. Numb. Emotionally numb. Nothing but white, white, white. Fade away. Into everything and melt yourself into a reality that doesn't really exist in any way shape or form but in your mind. It's nicer there. It's safe. Nothing's wrong. The party goes on all night or at least until you want a change of scenery. You can do anything there. Smiles are real and so are the people.

The people. The people will never lie to you, and if they ever do, you would know. It's your world after all. You are an all powerful omnipotent being that is watching a movie. And the actors of the play, you already know all the lines by heart. Pause, rewind, rewrite, redo any scene any moment. They can't lie and they won't. They will always do as you say because you say so. They make you happy. Oh so blissfully happy. No confusion, no complexities that you can't unravel because you wrote it yourself. Your friends are doctors, lawyers, great people. You are a business man with no daily business with the luxury of a king without the responsibility. Everyone who surrounds you affects you but the effects are never negative unless it has a point. The people here are safe.

How many of us have receded into their mind for a night, an hour, a day. Week? Everyone does it. Some people withdraw without knowing and confuse reality with their own. Now isn't that curious. I know I find it a safe haven. I know it's safe there. And that all those failed dreams, hopes, wishes exist there tangible. No matter that matter it is there. Is this world too much a harsh lesson that we can't learn so we decide to go away? Yeah.

I don't even know what I'm talking about. It was nice to empty some thoughts though.

It's Nicer There,
ShadowlessTomorrow

Uh oh...

Well shit, I think I got this really bad sore throat. Now luckily it doesn't hurt when I talk because my job requires my voice. But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt when I swallow. Even goddamn water man. And I'm sitting at my desk drinking gallons, liters, barrels, whatever measurement you want to use. Doesn't help, just makes me pee every five minutes. (I think drinking too much water is bad for you) I'm going to switch to tea now in the hopes that the chinese had it right. They live forever those bastards.

I want my throat to stop hurting. Will someone come by and kill my throat for me... Please... I'll pay you.

I'm not getting sick. That's the only symptom I have. A sore throat, which I can still talk with. And besides that when I get sick which is very very rare... I get terribly, horribly the-world-is-ending-soon sick. The four times I've been sick I've almost died and people around me worry until their heads fell off. Not a fun sight to see. Apparently last time I was sick my fever was high enough to make me delirious. I wonder what I said. I remember bits and pieces but I don't remember much. Anyways back on topic, I don't want to get sick again... It's always bad for everyone around me. Lezz hope it's just a sore throat that will pass by soon. Hopefully...

I had a rant about old people but m throat takes priority. I hate it. I don't need a throat, someone can take it if they want to.

You know what I think it is, I think it's this crappy ganja I had over the weekend. My throat starting hurting after that day, or maybe it was the drink. Brew never hurt my throat before, strange. More random delirium later, If I remember.

Sandpaper in my throat,
ShadowlessTomorrow

Blog Virginity

I have decided to enter the Blogging realm. I wish me luck. Lezz hope that I don't get lost and caught up in this drug, sex, and rock and roll scene. Must keep my wits about me must stay true to myself. Yes yes. Must. Mustn't forget. (Musn't isn't a word?)

I have noticed that no matter how boring, dumb, and uninteresting someones thoughts may be, they feel compelled to share them with the world. Now I'm all about speaking your mind but these people don't have a fun thought in them. Sure, you'll see me talk about how I ate my cereal come one early morning blog but (i hope...) that will be a scarce event. Few and far between right. One would hope. Lezz hope together shall we? Why people think that they are interesting or even feel the need to reach out to others boggles me. bloggles me. (Small attempt at a blog joke. Did it work?)

*sigh* I know that I am venturing into this realm, with not a clever thought in place. It shall be interesting. It is late and I should write some crazy rant tomorrow. A forced rant. That would be very interesting, or at least I think it would be interesting. Now I'm one of those immensely boring bloggers now. One of the many. This shall be fun. I'll take silent satisfaction just thinking out loud. I like thinking. I like it so much I do it often. (wish other people would too...) (maybe... do you think... I think... I'm better than people? perhaps. Hmm interesting)

Out of thoughts or at least I choose to be. I'll write s'mores tomorrow. Or rather later on today. Fun times are to be had with this. Fun times.


My First Blog Was Painless,
ShadowlessTomorrow