Murs Everything is the sound track to this
Plenty of Fish.com...
I'll do my best to be myself in hopes of weeding out all the women whose time I'd rather not waste. It's true, it's not all about dating, or thinking of these online messages as an easy come up, at any rate, I plan on treating women on her with as much respect as I do out there.
Anyway, I was probably the last generation who remembers the only way to start anything was to first get her number and call her at her house phone; ask if she was home and just talk. That was fun for me, and I was charming. Those days are long dead now with the Internet and text messaging now our main lines of communication. Yesterday my friend Stephen, his girl & I were literally driving in circles in LA -from Pico and La Brea, all the way down Venice Boulevard to maybe Overland and back because we were waiting for one of these messages. The girl had promised the night earlier to pay him some money that afternoon, and for us to pick it up at a condo in Hollywood Hills. She was coming all the way from Manhattan Beach so we stalled a bit, and had our late breakfast at Roscoe’s which was in the general vicinity of where we needed to be. Imagine the anxiety and bitterness inside my car as I drove over the same pot hole asking my friend whether calling her again would make a difference. He said, "I don't give a **** about blowing her phone up." I said, "It doesn't make any sense. What is she doing that is so important, she's really just ignoring you... what did she last say?"
"Can I pay you tomorrow?"
I asked, "Damn... what's the deal?'
"She's like one of those super model girls that never pick up their phones. She's just a stupid **** trying to be cool."
It went on like this for about two hours. And by the time I pulled behind the Porsche Carrera and picked up my friend with the noticeable darkness under each eye, I knew the rest of my days would suck in a sort of ode to Determinism.
Now, like a lot of others socially confined to punching buttons to get where ever it is we're going -from the shallow to the love -I too feel like I'm being cheated out of something like romance. It's like the feeling of societies pulse, beating at amphetamine-like speed, ****ing over class and elegance for convenience in more ways than one.
If you’re still reading, you should probably message me. Talking back and forth gives us both a good idea of where each other is at intellectually. We may not talk on the phone but I like exploring and sharing ideas with others. This brings along preferences…
Where you come from, what you currently do for a living, the car you drive, your living conditions, these things did seem to matter, maybe since those were the most referenced. Everyone thinks it is cool you follow your dreams, or cool you make money, or cool you’re just a student, or you just landed a job and you’re excited, but I’m me and you're you; not everyone . These don’t matter to us if we were to give it a shot. I've seen it before, and I don't want a relationship based on that. I take care of myself and I’m proud of it but you should know even if I struggle I don't need anyone for that. So what really matters is your ideas and what you see within yourself and no one else; the things you will never compromise; what is it that you stand for? Are you an underdog, do you take a chance at being kind and thoughtful in a world where you’re working long hours at a job you hate? Or are you outspoken? Are you a good mother, or sister, or friend? I want to find out.
This does not mean that you or I will be attracted to each other based solely on these ideas. I want a girl who is sexy, no doubt. Sexy --meaning her attractive balance between the way she looks, style and personality.