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