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written by owen, published 2006-Nov-05, comment

I had set out on improving my relationships with women. In the hopes that my mother would stop nagging me about it. For almost the entire year I have been in a genuinely nice guy mode. I have almost totally stopped picking up girls on the bus trying to get them to do my homework. I have returned all the calls, emails and text messages received. No more insensitive jokes about the extra weight gain over the christmas holidays. I have even given up on having a "type". As far as I see it being single, as I am, at any moment in time, rain or shine, I should be able to fall in love with any she-devil, at anytime.

I have not gone mad though, there are obvious limits to how far I will travel, HOW DEEP A THRUST MYSELF WILL or how high a mountain I will climb to later fall to my death. I may be open, but not suicidal. The difference now is that the select set of women that I consider "date-able" is much larger than what I had the year before. Like increasing the lotto numbers by one, or twenty. I haven't got much time to waste. Are you ready to jump? Just take my hand.

Every woman I've ever dated has been very different from the last. I do not have a game or process that I go through, everything is new and unique. I stumble into things like a drunk elephant or a pregnant woman. No steps or labyrinths of complicated irregular network of passages or paths in which it is difficult to find one's way. Sometimes random button pushing leads me into uncharted territory, or a bottomless aperture in which to fall. Not planning saves me time and effort. I won't know how far its going to go or when its going to end. My heart is not able to keep up this pace forever. Don't you wanna come with me? don't you wanna feel my bones on your bones? Don't you wanna feel my skin on your skin?

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Logbook » Blue In Green

written by owen, published 2006-Oct-29, comment

I ask you to love me but you don't wanna love me, I'm losing patience now. The cloths on one half of my bed are almost completely filed away now. The cleaning process is a slow but studious. There are some places where the road doesn't go in a circle. The rain as be sporadic as of late. Teasing me at every chance or interval. Stopping when I'm close or in traffic or too busy to realize that its raining out side our sound proof office. The blinds block out the sun of the rain in the sky. My heart don't beat the way it used to.

Island Grill has won the award for the most questions asked at the counter for a menu item. I love Island Grill. As much as I love to go to the place I cannot help but bust into a grin as the checkout person carries out an interview with me for my chicken. I have the money in hand and I just tell her the number from the menu but no matter how many times I do it I can't keep a straight face. Dirty things run through my mind as she (the attendant) firmly grips the cash register and asks me how best she may service me, right there in front of everybody. She wondered If I liked my fries bar-be-qued, natural or dipped in orange juice with pumpkin rice. She refuses to take my cash until the terms of the contract has been finalized.

As Spice mentioned lines it came to me that I hate the lines that just appear out of nowhere like magic monkeys. Your going really fast down a highway and you just see a line appear, you crash into it and die, a fiery death. Women are like highways - Highways with toll booths, speed traps and poorly maintained confusing signs that are hard to read when covered in bush and damaged by previous accidents that occur due to poor planning.

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If I was a carpenter and you were a lady?

Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby?

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