The New List

I'm operating under the premise that Bunna girl is going to more or less continue blowing me off, so here are the two new contenders:

Ironwoman (remember her?). She is a pro triathlete who works at the running store wherein I spend lots of money to flirt with her. She could conceivably be a lesbian, but I'm thinking she isn't. She also may have responded to my preliminary flirtations so I'm going to check back in on her after her next race or two when she has fewer time commitments.

Neighbor. She lives across the street and a house over. She lives with Elizabeth who dated Tree and who also lost my ipod. I've seen Neighbor in Cartel and always found her to be a cutie pie. Anywaaaaaaaaays Louis, Adam and I went to Rosita's for dinner (thanks for dinner, Adam) and she was the hostess girl, so I talked to her a little bit. She invited me to their party next Saturday. We'll see. She may be a druggie, but that's only based on her being friends with a modern want to be hippy. That's all.

Just checking in

Some things work out in weird ways. I hate being/sleeping alone, but I can spend extended periods of time largely by myself and be totally content. I can sit in a coffee shop or tea house for 5 or 6 hours filling out crossword puzzles and watching people. I hate walking next to a girl without touching her.

I've changed some strategies. Whereas all girls think that they value honesty and forwardness, they don't actually value it in the same way that they value animal attraction and cheesy game. Once I would have been the best listener she'd ever met, but then also possibly the best friend she'd ever stood to gain. I'm aware. Now I am young, dumb, and more or less full of cum, I guess. I can still listen like a fuckin' fox, but instead of responding, "maybe you should give your ex another chance," I'm going to be straight up like, "He's an idiot for not appreciating you." I mean, to whom do I hold loyalties, and why don't I hold them to myself? I still will never LIE to a girl, but if she stands to benefit as much from me as from someone else, I'm going to stop martyring. This is already working, to a certain degree. I think that I have Raerae confused, which is actually good for me. She was fairly sure that she didn't want to get into anything too quickly, but I think that she might be reconsidering, now that she knows how rad I am. We flirt. I say WE. I mean, I definitely do it more and more often, but she doesn't respond the way that an uncomfortable girl would. The other difference would be that in the past I would ask over and over if it was okay to flirt with her, and if she was comfortable and all that. Fuck that. I am going to do it even if it makes her uncomfortable. If she can't handle it, then we'll fall apart, but maybe that's best in that case. However, what if she CAN handle it? Then I win. Or we both do, or something.

Holy crap, the old wannabe Stevie Nicks playing guitar here at Bunna is now singing the weirdest cover of "The Reason" (Hoobastank maybe?) ever. It's actually better than the real song, but that isn't a tremendously difficult thing to accomplish. I just sneezed and it was better than the original. How that jerk won a songwriting award for that crap blows my mind.

Here's the list, in order:
Raerae
Hana
Delux
Tea
Coffee
Ironwoman
Granola

If any of those names are foreign to you, it's either because I haven't mentioned them (Delux), or you aren't paying enough attention.

Raerae: Duh, see this entry and the one before it.
Hana: I liveblogged about her and Tea, who both work at Mandala.
Delux: Plain Jane working at Lux.
Coffee: Cutest girl ever. Works at Bunna.
Ironwoman: Sold me these here running shoes.
Granola: Scary Eye's roommate. She has become rather boring.

So yeah, Granola is boring. She wakes up at like 2 or 3 and sits around until she goes to sleep again. She doesn't work or go to school. With all due respect, when you do so little with your day, you aren't going to have much to talk about. And she doesn't. Nothing is ever up nor is it ever new. Although it usually IS the plan for the day. Ugh.

Oh yeah, Carebear turned out to be part of a Bible study at our shop, which is for some reason a huge turnoff for me. I mean, I'm all for reading the Bible, but I hate the "four girls talking about Jesus and feminism" setup of their group. She is still cute as a ladybug, so if I think that she'll accept an advance, I'll extend one, but I don't necessarily plan on doing so now.

I'm looking for houses now. I'm about two weeks early, but I'm looking anyways. I'm looking in Tempe, South Scottsdale, North Chandler, and West Mesa, in that order. I've found some pretty promising listings already, so I think we'll be able to get something sort of nice. It shall be myself, Ashlee, and Lou Bega, so I'm hoping for a 4 bedroom (spare for storage) or a big 3 with a den or garage or something. My preferred neighborhood would really be the Maple Ash area that is just SouthWest of University and Mill. I want to sort of be near happenings, and people our age. I think Ashlee feels the same way. Lou Bega just wants to be somewhat closer to any semblance of an arts scene, since such a thing is completely absent from our area now. I'm excited. I want to have sex with some girl and have BOTH of them hear it. Not for any sort of pervy excitable reason like I get off on it, I just think that'll be funny. I'm also totally getting a sex gong. I think that being the age that I am, sex sort of loses its sacred aspect and becomes a little more fun, since now essentially every girl that I meet will have had sex at least once previous to me. Does that make sense? I mean that a virgin or a girl for whom I was her first might be offended by a sex gong, but a girlie who isn't so embarrassed by it would probably just think I'm a dummy, then roll over and go to sleep. Which I'm okay with. Lou B and I have been laughing about the idea for a long time, so I think it's definitely going to have to happen now at the new place. Especially since we will both be college graduates. I plan to help Loubiez get some, somehow. I am really pestering him about joining the gym and going with me. He says that he just wants to run, but honestly, I am going to be running a lot less than previously. I want to focus more on physical appearance than athletic ability, so running will become just one of the many things that I do. Whatever.

I told Raerae that she inspired me. She has what I think is a totally hot body/nearly perfect build. Broad-ish shoulders, small ribcage and waist, but WITH hips. Long legs, too. Big calves. Doesn't SOUND sexy, but it IS. I felt sort of lacking, for sure. She also told me about her friend Glenn (who is my primary competition for her panties...err, I mean heart) who is an Air Force ROTC guy who works out like a madman and has aspirations of becoming a test pilot, and then an astronaut, which is like growing up to become Mick Jagger with a huge dick, ya know? I can't beat that even if I DO cure cancer/AIDS. Fuck him. Maybe he'll become an alcoholic or meth addict due to the pressure. See, now this is a situation where traditionally I'd be like "Raerae, for reals, Glenn is great, and he treats you well, right? You sort of like him? Well, why don't you go out with him and see how it works? If it doesn't really play out, then maybe we could go out." Anyways, so I told her that her mild self hate (she doesn't like her body, and thinks that she could lose a few pounds) inspired me to also hate myself enough to make a change. So I'm going to try. Again. For reals. Laugh Out Loud. Lots Of Laughs. Look Out Lucy!

Okay, time to do this midterm I guess.

The Reason lyrics (Hoobastank)

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You [x4]

I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you

Ironwoman pt I

Last week I stopped by the Rural and Warner shop to pick up a jersey for Matt. He has been wanting to get back on his bike, and maybe get into triathlons again, so he wanted some new gear. Next door to the R&W store there used to be a Scottsdale Running Company, even though R&W is actually Tempe. SRCo used to be my go-to running store, because they gave me a small discount and most of the people were actually very knowledgable. When I arrived at R&W, I noticed that what once was SRCo was now called Sole Sports, so I was made to be very curious. I walked in and was greeted by Ironwoman.

She explained that SRCo was run by partners, and that when one of the partners was arrested for DUI the business exploded and the two stores broke up (there is a SRCo in Scottsdale as well, natch). So now this store was run by one of the partners (I think the one who was NOT arrested) separate of SRCo.

I had some time to kill, and I was in a good enough mood, so I decided to try some new running shoes on. I mean, my current pair are getting pretty tired, and they weren't all that great to begin with. So Ironwoman pulled out like ten different pairs of various shoes that I might like. We shot the shit while I tried them all on. She was fairly cute, and pretty cool, so I of course fall immediately in love with her. I call her Ironwoman because she is a world class triathlete. She placed 3rd among women overall at the World Triathlon Championship last year, and she has done like 3 or 4 full length Ironman Tris. My DAD describes her as "amazing."

Two days later, I decide that I might actually be able to use a new pair since, like I said, my old pair isn't the best thing ever. So I head back in to Sole, and am happy to see that Ironwoman is working. She remembers me, which is cute. She brings out about four pairs. The first one is the Asics Gel Cumulus, and this is the pair that I end up going with. I talk to her more while I'm trying on all of the pairs, and I find out that our families actually know each other. Apparently her mom used to be way into triathlon and stuff, and she used to go to my dad's shop for her gear. Blah blah blah, they had a falling out, but now they're cool. Anywho, I was at the counter, and she was ringing me up. The words were floating up into and out of my mouth when this other dude who worked there came out of nowhere and chilled out at the other register, which is like right next to her. He started talking to me, lame. So I left. I called back later to ask her out, but she had already gone home. I went back in the next day, but she wasn't working. Now what?

"The Creator has not given you a longing to do that which you have no ability to do."

Orison Swett Marden