On the TMI side of life, I need to get laid. As in post-haste. As in I'm hurting on the inside. As in the next guy is going to be the happiest guy on the East Coast for a few days.
But because this is Wes, I might as well put it as far out of my mind as possible. The way things work in this alternate universe -- despite it being Senior Week when the general rule is that at every event with booze, there is so much pulling of ass that it turns into a near orgy without fail -- I'm just not destined to win. Believe me, I've tried everything but clubbing of guys and dragging them home and natch, blowjobs at the Semi Formal. I've embarrassed myself for a date -- and didn't even get one. I'll admit I have been in situations where I've found success with my predisposed "who gives a fuck" attitude but that rate is about once a year. That leaves mad days of total misery.
I think the one thing I've learned over the years finally is to not take it personally. Wes boys generally suck. They are wishy-washy and interested only in the cache of getting with certain people, but have no substance beneath their not especially slick veneers. Nor any game -- and that really is annoying when someone you could have been inclined to kicks it to you in such a pathetic way. All I can do then is walk away and cross them off my list just for being weak. Ugh...okay, I never said I don't accept any blame. But hey, in the long run who cares? I'm not interested in most of these fools anyways. I'm just irritated about the ego deflation and drought building that not being on the radar of those in mine has brought me over the years. Then again, what did I expect going to a school in the middle of nowhere with less people than the neighborhood I grew up in?
A few more fucking days, man. Then I can go to NYC and go wild amongst the millions. Sounds like a plan.
Posted by Candicissima at May 22, 2003 03:55 AM