Ye Olde Blog Find #16
In the end, any of these old posts are exactly that. Old. Most likely things have changed in my life and head. It seems almost pointless sometimes wasting time and space attempting to update each recap with footnotes, rather than just whack it up and see if you readers can spot my growth, just by reading the old writing with the newer stuff on here.
I decided this post I would NOT bother foot-noting. It is better that way, and I think I’ve said enough that you will be able to see that not everything is the same as it used to be. Tough if you do.
Enjoy
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21 Feb 2007
I am: Not An Application, But A Statement
Current mood: Indifferent
Alright, so here’s what I said I would post all of 5 minutes ago (enough time to get beer #6) – and that’s a list that extends from the ‘Girlfriend Application/Resume’ blog; which is a list of my revelations and questions/comments that will somewhat scare (and by that I mean embellish) on previous queries…
Now, since so many drinks are involved, this is once again, a dot point and stream of conscious brain squirt onto the MySpace blogs. For which I may later regret or curse, but not pull down. Remember, my out-performing blogwise of myself in ratings? [Okay, footnote. I had more blog views than personal page views. Lame] Okay so here goes…
* Redheads are my Kryptonite. My eyes will wander immediately if one enters a room. And if she is both awesome, cute/hot, funny and smart then I will be a puddle of drool on the floor at her feet. This doesn’t mean I discriminate at all – but be warned, if you are another hair coloured beauty talking to me – I will leave you for a ‘perfect’ (see above) redhead as soon as I can liquify myself…
* I prefer fiery girls. That is, I have a short attention span. I’m an Aries, in case no one looked at my profile. I also have a Godzilla tattoo that is somewhat a partial to the fact that said monster was both a ally/menace, un-predictable and that he liked to cause havoc to stir a reaction before wading off into the ocean again until next time. I WILL stir up trouble with whomever I’m with, so that things don’t get too stale. I do NOT enjoy repetition and routine. This extends to friends with benefits, as the typical word of now says. Last girl I knew bored me 4 weeks into it. Casual and 4 weeks?! Ultimately, I guess I’m looking for a nymhomaniac; liquor store owning, red-headed; fiery, always changing/spontaneous, unpredictable, intelligent, hot and funny girl. Easy.
* I am a giver. As much as I like to love myself, I always try to go out of my way to somehow enjoy others special days. Even if I’m chosing to call an old high-school friend on their birthday despite not having seen them in years. Closer friends get presents. Always. And more than needed. It used to be before moving out of folks place, that I would outdo even friends girlfriends/boyfriends in terms of costly and thought out gifts. Birthdays. Christmas. Whatever. I once spent heaps on flowers for a cute girl at Starbucks on Valentine’s. I had no hope. Then. I digress. I spent hundreds on a friend – who totally stopped talking to me for the most part – because it was Christmas. I just felt compelled. And I had money to burn. But not so much now. Although I will still put both major effort and as much money as I can into great gifts. But I’m implying ‘giving’ here in another way. Mind you, I can’t take a free gift myself. Hell, I can’t take a compliment even. I love to give, not receive. A gift to ME will usually happen to coincide with me just dropping off something to the giver of my gift. Never will I take a free gift. Yes, I am also implying the behind doors, bedroom ‘giving’ stuff too. Again, not a receiver, but a giver. That’s it.
* I do find tattoos sexy, so long as they’re thought out and have some meaning to them. Or thought (forget the meaning). I have six now. I love them all. I have sat with them for times on each. None are spur of the moment, and all have some purpose. I’m planning on more. I have many in the brain. I have 3 on my right arm. I have a left shoulder piece. I have a left sleeve idea, scattered and not yet compiled fully, but getting there. Piercings I find sexy too in some places. Or if I find a girl with enough atmosphere to outweigh initial off-putting. Like, example, this girl at Off Your Tree has a bull ring through the nose, which on most people will put me off. Needless, she has the cutest brown eyes, daggy hot tatts (Pac Man on inner right wrist) and the nicest personality that I’d love to actually spend more than friends time with her.
* I wear anything I want, and anything depending on specifically where I’m going. It’s why I always check dress codes with people. I choose not to be stuck in one dress type. Example; I have blacks jeans, dress pants, suits, singlets, button downs, etc. You name it I can get into it via my dressings. It’s easy to blend in, but hard to love every scene. I do try.
* I spend lots of time scanning rooms for interested people, but not always/never getting the signs that are sent out. Usually I don’t care. There are enough people interested that I can choose to ignore all of them. And usually I’m trying to support a group of people who are all too happy/or too sad to keep going. Mr Mediator of the party. Sorry girls. I do see you looking but I can’t justify abandoning friends to say even hi. Here’s an idea – COME OVER TO ME! I WILL STILL GET YOU A DRINK EVEN THOUGH YOU STARTED THE CONVERSATION BECAUSE I AM HAPPY TO! Don’t think that I am picky – I AM pretty picky – but if I’m next to someone who looks like a friend(s), I won’t move because I am trying to keep them going.
* I drive a nanna car because I like cars with a soul. No new cars feel individual and happy. Give me rust and poor sealant on windows. No air con, no power steering and no safety features. I drive a Datsun that I got off a fat old lady because it was cheap and roadworthy to start (at deposit), and finally paid for it when I was on LSD and it was gorgeous. I spent half an hour filling out forms on their kitchen table (1 inch from the form because I was so high) – and rubbed the car roof the entire way home like a genie’s lamp because it was just magical and so sunny outside. And I got a free crocheted rug with the car.
* Basically, I would prefer someone (if I were going for a special person) who can be both funny, intelligent and look hot – to me. Again, I have a weird taste in girls. If I found my one perfect person, I’d love her. I don’t predict that too much though. I’d prefer lots of female friends who I can go out and drink with – flirt and chat. Maybe other stuff, but again, not so much an issue as I said – sex is optional – and I do prefer making sure that she’s the one with the fulfillment. Whatever the case, I don’t mind. I just want people to read my blogs, and occasionally post comments so I can feel a little pang of being more creative than personable. Course, the smarties of you have figured out how much of this profile is piss-take and how much of blogs are real, to get where I’m going.
Gee, I don’t really know how this is gonna come out. I’ve gone from starting on 2-3 brews on application, to 7 after this. Seriously, if a girl wanted to know me; read the blogs. There’s more there than I’m going blurt out to you in person the first time I meet you anyways. I’m certainly not advertising anything here. I’d just prefer casual relationships because work hours are going to strain anything more, and I will always seem to place work and work ethics over girlfriends/sanity/health/living because I can’t seem to push it away. Don’t ask.
Kisses and wishes for today, tomorrow, and the bit after that.
–AJ
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