written by owen on 2006-Nov-05.
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?