So, I feel like I should close out this story that didn't quite end before. Home girl from the bar that I made out with, her name was Erin. I tried calling her the next day at like 4ish(Did not leave message). She sent me a text later asking about who it was. She said she had fun. I told her next time will be better. I tried calling her again the next day at noonish(Again no message). I called her later at about 11ish. I hit all the time "areas" over a time period of 2 days. So this time I left a message. It went along the lines of, "So I'm trying to get a hold of you on the phone because I want to ask you out. I can't just send a text because that's kinda tacky. I mean leaving a message telling you I'm going to ask you out is tacky too, but I think it's less so." She sends a text back a few hours later, "I got your message. I'd call you back, but it's loud here." So I call her the next day(saturday), and I leave a call me back message. She never replies.
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So I saw Charlie St. Cloud, and obviously like all books turned into movies, the book was better. But it was still good! It was still very enjoyable. It was one of those books turned into movies were they changed little details, making you question why? They weren't for change in format. They weren't to make it longer. They weren't to add clarification. They were just little small things that to me made the book make more sense.

But at any rate! The most interesting thing about the movie was this... I came with my mom and two of my lesbian friends(one couple). I'm a twenty year old guy, my friend's girl is 24, and my friend is 29. We encompassed the whole 20-something's in the crowd. There were no thirty somethings nor forty somethings. There was one older gentleman! And then there were a bunch of old ladies. And then there were a bunch of girls between 9 and 14. One of these is not like the others. One of these does not belong.

When I started working at South Point, there was a guy of roughly low 40's. He was a really nice guy. And he married a cousin of a dealer who wanted to come to America, mail order-bride style as opposed to pay me and I'll marry you. I thought it was pathetic. She was 21, and he was 40-something. I thought it was ridiculously pathetic, and I couldn't imagine ever being so sad and pathetic. My dad is now doing the same thing. He's 50, and he's marrying a 28 year old Philippina who wants to come here. Of course I was thinking this was equally pathetic. Another guy at work(31), he's thinking of the same thing! I'm starting to rethink my stance.

The past four years have been rough for me. And recent experiences are just culminating in even worse events. I'm a damn great catch if I do say so myself. And my standards aren't ridiculously high. I don't even go for the prettiest girl in the room. I have a style that I look for above all else. I want someone comparable to me. I'm not a large guy by any means. I don't want anyone ridiculously larger than me, and I don't want anyone ridiculously smaller than me either. I have fairly realistic standards for what I'm looking for. If anything(according to everyone who knows me), my standards are kinda below me even. I'm starting to think the above mentioned are not pathetic at all. I'm starting to think maybe even, they have the right idea.

But why would someone from another country be a good idea? Is the problem american girls? With that thought in mind, I googled "american girls are retarded". Yes, I was a bit bitter(Sorry women reading this!). And one of the Yahoo! answers that showed up in the results had a much more PC verion of the question. "Why are Romanian, Ukrainian, and Russian girls friendly,compared with American girls?" His question goes into more depth, but that was the gist of it. And I actually like the answer which I'll quote here

There are a few facts being overlooked here.

1. Simple mathematics. The former Soviet world has been left with a dearth of men. Population statistics show that in former Soviet countries, there are 5 women for every 4 men. Now, if you consider the number of men in military service and/or off the market for any other reason, you'll quickly be able to surmise the low prospects for the average woman. ANY man is worth your attention in these conditions.

2. By contrast, Americans are generally overweight, poorly dressed, loud, and frankly... irritating. So for the few good-looking women there is a LOT of competition. The result is, women become the desired commodity in the US, they have all the cards, and they use them shrewdly.

3. Couple that with the American culture of equal rights to the point of absurdity. Americans are being taught that women can do anything men can do, which makes American women take a negative stance toward men. Every girl grows up being told they're a little princess and they'll meet their prince and have a beautiful wedding... and on the other hand they're told not to let a man open a door for them, not to allow him to pay for their dinner, don't accept less pay, etc. The unfortunate result is that they all want a prince charming, but they've taken away all the princely traits, so in the end, no one can ever be good enough.

It makes me feel a little better. At least there's some kind of explanation as to why I can't seem to find anyone. I think I'd be better off if I tried less. At least then, it would definitely make sense.

I wrote this to a friend, and I decided I'd share it here too. I had a bit of a goodnight.

So here's what happened. Me and Ryan went to Crown and Anchor eventually.. One of his friends come in with a girlfriend and another chick. And me and Ryan were having a conversation about how I dislike smokers, and even if she was perfect if she came up to me smoking, I'd be oh hell no!. And it was kinda pissing him off and stuff. He said eventually he was going to test me and pay the best looking hooker he's ever seen to come up to me wearing glasses, smoking a cigarette, and proposition me. So there's set piece one.

Set piece two, creepy dude was here again. And me and Ryan were kinda flabbergasted because it appeared that creepy dude was with this hot chick. And it was just huh? SERIOUSLY!?!? How the fuck!?!? He sang some Kings of Leons songs and some other crap, and it was everything I hope I would never ever be while singing Karaoke. Turns out he wasn't really with hot chick cause who the fuck would date this creep, wearing a necktie as a freaking bandana? So this was creepy dude.

So Ryan starts hitting it off with one of those chicks, and I'm kinda like a fifth wheel. So I go and sit at the bar, and I smile at this chick across the bar. She smiles back, and I smile back a little later. And a little bit later, I go back to Ryan and company. Chicks come over there with a sake bomb, and I tell her I have to buy her one then cause I can't do one by myself! So we're talking and we do sake bombs(SO GOOD!). And creepy dude comes over and tries to hit on her, and she puts her arm around me, "OH this is my boyfriend!" I'm like "OH yes! Very long time!" He doesn't seem to buy it, but he kinda leaves for the moment. She convinces me to go over to her friends. There's a bathroom shuffle that kinda happens, and before you know it she has a cigarette and she goes outside to smoke. I'm like shit that sucks!

So I go back to our group, and Ryan's giving me shit for the smoker thing again! So, I'm like all right fine. I'll give home girl a chance. So I go look for her outside, and she's talking to creepy dude! Worse, they're kinda up and close! So I just put my head down and walk to the car! And that's when I texted you about worst experience ever! I start to go inside, and they're going back inside as soon as I turn around(They don't see me come back) So I goto our group and kinda wallow a bit.

Eventually I let curiosity get the best of me. I decide I'm going to ask home girl what's up. But she's still talking to creepy dude. So I wait a bit, and I decide to go ask her friend. I'm like wait a minute, home girl is so interested in me she goes and buys me a drink, and she's so awkward about it that it just looks like something she's not use to doing. I was definitely talking to her, yet now she's talking to creepy dude(she said he was creepy too!) Friend was just like I dunno she's weird. I'm like alright, whatever, her loss. I go back to my group.

So I decide to get some fresh air, and I go outside. A few moments later, she comes outside and sits on the bench with me. So we're talking, and creepy dude comes out. And more of the "my boyfriend" ya know trying to get rid of the guy from. He might eventually have taken the hint, cause he leaves. Ryan comes out and there's more of the smoker conversation. I'm just like I just don't want to kiss someone and taste ash tray. You don't taste like ash tray do you? So I kiss her, and I'm like okay it's a little smokey, but not so much ash tray. I kiss her again and it's like okay a little more ash tray. Ryan goes inside. And she says something about our first kiss not being romantic because I'm asking her how she tastes and blah blah. So I say okay, and I stand up and I offer my hand. "Where are we going?" Oh back inside. She takes my hand and I help her up and I swing her against the wall and kiss her again. Is that more romantic for you?

We talk some more. We drink some more. We make out some more. We get a little affectionate in the bar. We make out outside. I get her number. She leaves.

It was a lot brighter before youtube compressed it. iPhone camera. I'll always associate this song with one person....

I'm starting to get frustrated with the whole process. I don't mind reading profiles. I get giddy when I find one that I like, and I'm even willing to overlook the fact that every picture is vague or obviously only showing their best side or obviously not showing anything below the jaw. I don't pretend to be the best writer in the world, but sometimes when my mood is right, I can certainly sprout out something interesting, clever, and witty. It's infinitely frustrating(and insulting) to write a good one, and after a few days to realize, they aren't going to respond. Nothing, nada, zilch.

I should start using a pick up line. I could say...

Hi, would you like to go for a motorcycle ride? Afterwards, I'll cook for you while naked.

We won the Tuesday league a few weeks ago... Game 1 of "playoffs" we beat the first seed 3-2.. Game 2 we beat the second seed 6-4.

My motorcycle has become institutionalized. I've had it for 2 years and 2 months now. I've ridden 19,000 miles. The first year I rode 13 maybe 14 of those. I got rid of my car(voluntary repo) a year and 5 months ago. It was the best financial decision I've ever made. But it had one unforeseen and tragic consequence. I haven't gone joyriding in a year. I ride my bike to work. I ride it to school. I even ride it to my hockey games gear and all. I don't ride out to the lake. I don't ride out to another state just because I can. I don't ride up to the other side of town just to cruise. I ride for transportation. It has become all business and function. My poor baby has become institutionalized.