Eric Smith
Don Juan
Well, I was going to create an account on blog sites like Live Journal but then you have to pay. Screw that, I don't need to be charged for my thoughts. So anyway, until I find a site that lets me post blogs for free, I figured I thought people would care to read some of my reflections:
The AFC friend and why my DJism has broken it off
There is this really good friend of mine for about 5 years. He was considered to be a great athlete and even won "most likely to go pro" at our HS (I won most likely to be CEO but thats another matter to discuss) He is really ripped, 6'1", and a lot of girls have huge crushes on him.
Yet he is one of the biggest AFC's I know.
Anyway, back in my DFC days we used to make fun of eachother and make fun of how women are leagues beyond us. However thanks to this site and some good common sense was restored to my brain, I stopped this self-degradation discussion. I no longer see myself as a loser, I no longer think that any woman is out of my league, and the thing is, this kid bases a good 3/4 of his conversation on this self degradation.
At first I'd fake laugh at what he said. Then it started to grow tired on me and told him that all these girls had crushes on him, he is very athletic, and he is not fat (he has 11% bf but still talks about going to fat camp) Things have started to go downhill between us. Too bad because he is one of my good friends.
However my DJ attitude has basically alienated him. Its not like I think I'm better than him as that is far from the actual truth. The truth is that I am more or less disgusted with his behavior. After weeks of telling him he is fine, I gave up.
Its like he is an insecure woman.
Angry feminist battle
One of my classes, we had to produce a city. One of the requirements was that we had to factor in the downsides: porno stores, ghetto projects, etc. So we produced a city with an adult store. Well, we were the only ones to follow the guidelines and we were the only ones to have a porno shop. After presenting the city, an angry feminist raised her hand.
What a miserable beast was she. She was at least 300 lbs, greasy, matted hair, smelled horrible even from where we were at (which was about 3 ft away), wore these terrible glasses, and was overall a hygenic mess.
"Yes, I just want to know why you had men in mind for this city?"
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, it just seems like you have created a male oriented society and this is not acceptable."
Meanwhile, the class (loaded with hotties) looked around at eachother like "whats the big deal?".
"This is not a male oriented city. This city was created for use by males and females alike."
"Why is that adult entertainment store there?"
I was getting a little enraged. My semi AFC friends were whispering about just backing down but I felt like fighting this beast to see what went on.
"First off, it was in our curriculum. Second, they are in almost all cities. There is even one in this town (approx. 30k people reside here)"
"Typical males."
I stopped arguing for it was a useless debate. We got our reflection sheets back and it was hilarious to see the scathing comments she put on the page. Even the girls (namely the HBs) got a huge laugh out of it. We currently have it proudly taped onto my dorm room door.
My past DFC/AFC story
Talking to girls was a problem. Back in my youth as a DJ in 5th grade, there was this girl that asked me out. Back then she wasn't that attractive for there was this other girl I was interested in which happened to have a crush me. I told her no and that was it. At the end of the year, she moved away and was gone for a few years. In 9th grade, she came back.
Absolutely smoking.
The funny thing is that at first, she was in my class and she sat right next to me. Things did change though.
- In 5th grade, I was pretty skinny. In 9th grade, I was a fatass.
- In 5th grade, I had no objections to talking to girls. In 9th grade, I was deathly afraid of them.
- In 5th grade, I used to take care of myself. In 9th grade, I'd take weekly baths and wear 4-5 year old shirts.
For the first two classes we had, she sat next to me, telling me about what she has been doing since she left. I would never look her in the eye (yet would always look at her t*ts and she caught me at least twice) and would mumble my answers. It was clear she got sick of me. On the third class, one of my future friends (at the time I despised him) introduced himself and asked her to sit with me. She said yes and she never acknowledged me again, even if we were walking by eachother in the hallway.
Anyway, one of my friends at the time a few days after she left me behind heard that for a couple of days I was talking to this girl. He talked to her and asked if she liked me.
"Until a few days ago, yes."
"You know, you really hurt his feelings."
"Well, I'm sorry but he turned me down and I'm seeing someone else right now (this was BS)."
I never told him it hurt my feelings. He told me this and I got pissed. As a moron, I felt the need to suplicate. I loved Jolly Ranchers. One day I popped one in my mouth and her eyes lit up.
"Are those Jolly Ranchers?"
"Yeah."
"Can I have one?"
Sure. I gave her one I didn't like (Grape) and talked to me for a minute or so...until that one guy shown up and then it was time for her to ignore my existence. From then on I felt the need to give her a Jolly Rancher every time before class and before this guy shows up.
At first she really appreciated them. Then it became where she would often times hand them to her friends or worse, to her guy friend. It became worse. I was a pretty smart kid and she slacked off in class so she and two of her friends decided to be in a group with me for this big project in the class. Sure enough, we were to meet at school library at 3:30 pm to work on it. I was ready to go and was actually going to try to get her AOL IM (I'm a fool, I know). 3:30, no show. 4:00, nobody. 4:15 one of my friends showed up when he was working on the project and we talked for a good hour or so. I gave up but had fun talking.
I was furious. Worse...I felt used. The next class time came up and they acted like nothing. I brought up the school library incident and they ignored me. They didn't seem to care. Anyway, the project was due the next class. Worth 35% of the class grade. I had a 98% in there and was not going to piss it away. I didn't want to feel like a damn fool and a tool by doing it myself. So we set it up for that classroom at 4 pm.
Surprise, surprise, no show until 4:20 when the girl shown up. She had nothing with her and as it turns out, the only reason why she was there was because she was waiting for her boyfriend to get done with football practice which was about 5. She did nothing. She had no research (she was in charge of that, I was in charge of putting it in graphs and charts) and I started to get mad. Anyway, it was 5 and in mid conversation, she just leaves. WTF? She left her bookbag behind.
It was about 5:15 and I just decided to f*ck it and do the research myself. Her and her boyfriend (the guy in class) were holding eachother and all that. I said, "Why did you leave me like this? Do you realize how screwed we are?"
They looked at eachother and laughed. She left to go to the can. I figured if I can't beat him, join him. So we introduced eachother and talked for a little bit, usually about projects and then it went down to her (she was outside talking on her cell for half of the convo) Turns out she told him that I was a huge creep and wouldn't leave her alone. She called me a loser and that she regretted ever having any feelings for me. I pissed. He didn't get pissed off surprisingly that I wanted to nail her. He point blank told me something:
"Dude, she's using you."
"Using me for what?"
"This project."
I knew that already from how she was that day but it seemed to piss me off more to the point of near tears. He told me just to claim it as my own and "let the b1tches fail." I said, "You shouldn't say that about your girl." He laughed and that was it. He told me that I was cool and to forget her, I can get a girl of my own.
I did just that. I put my name on the project and my name only after her begging me practically for the credit. Just to be sure, I told the teacher that the girls didn't want to work on it and it was all my work. They all failed. At the time it was liberating.
We never talked again until last summer at a party where I just talked to her to see how she was. Word got around that I was getting laid and getting fit so she seemed to flirt around with me. I was going to make out with her when I noticed she had mouth herpes wart on her face! Hilarious!
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Thanks for reading, comments please.
The AFC friend and why my DJism has broken it off
There is this really good friend of mine for about 5 years. He was considered to be a great athlete and even won "most likely to go pro" at our HS (I won most likely to be CEO but thats another matter to discuss) He is really ripped, 6'1", and a lot of girls have huge crushes on him.
Yet he is one of the biggest AFC's I know.
Anyway, back in my DFC days we used to make fun of eachother and make fun of how women are leagues beyond us. However thanks to this site and some good common sense was restored to my brain, I stopped this self-degradation discussion. I no longer see myself as a loser, I no longer think that any woman is out of my league, and the thing is, this kid bases a good 3/4 of his conversation on this self degradation.
At first I'd fake laugh at what he said. Then it started to grow tired on me and told him that all these girls had crushes on him, he is very athletic, and he is not fat (he has 11% bf but still talks about going to fat camp) Things have started to go downhill between us. Too bad because he is one of my good friends.
However my DJ attitude has basically alienated him. Its not like I think I'm better than him as that is far from the actual truth. The truth is that I am more or less disgusted with his behavior. After weeks of telling him he is fine, I gave up.
Its like he is an insecure woman.
Angry feminist battle
One of my classes, we had to produce a city. One of the requirements was that we had to factor in the downsides: porno stores, ghetto projects, etc. So we produced a city with an adult store. Well, we were the only ones to follow the guidelines and we were the only ones to have a porno shop. After presenting the city, an angry feminist raised her hand.
What a miserable beast was she. She was at least 300 lbs, greasy, matted hair, smelled horrible even from where we were at (which was about 3 ft away), wore these terrible glasses, and was overall a hygenic mess.
"Yes, I just want to know why you had men in mind for this city?"
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, it just seems like you have created a male oriented society and this is not acceptable."
Meanwhile, the class (loaded with hotties) looked around at eachother like "whats the big deal?".
"This is not a male oriented city. This city was created for use by males and females alike."
"Why is that adult entertainment store there?"
I was getting a little enraged. My semi AFC friends were whispering about just backing down but I felt like fighting this beast to see what went on.
"First off, it was in our curriculum. Second, they are in almost all cities. There is even one in this town (approx. 30k people reside here)"
"Typical males."
I stopped arguing for it was a useless debate. We got our reflection sheets back and it was hilarious to see the scathing comments she put on the page. Even the girls (namely the HBs) got a huge laugh out of it. We currently have it proudly taped onto my dorm room door.
My past DFC/AFC story
Talking to girls was a problem. Back in my youth as a DJ in 5th grade, there was this girl that asked me out. Back then she wasn't that attractive for there was this other girl I was interested in which happened to have a crush me. I told her no and that was it. At the end of the year, she moved away and was gone for a few years. In 9th grade, she came back.
Absolutely smoking.
The funny thing is that at first, she was in my class and she sat right next to me. Things did change though.
- In 5th grade, I was pretty skinny. In 9th grade, I was a fatass.
- In 5th grade, I had no objections to talking to girls. In 9th grade, I was deathly afraid of them.
- In 5th grade, I used to take care of myself. In 9th grade, I'd take weekly baths and wear 4-5 year old shirts.
For the first two classes we had, she sat next to me, telling me about what she has been doing since she left. I would never look her in the eye (yet would always look at her t*ts and she caught me at least twice) and would mumble my answers. It was clear she got sick of me. On the third class, one of my future friends (at the time I despised him) introduced himself and asked her to sit with me. She said yes and she never acknowledged me again, even if we were walking by eachother in the hallway.
Anyway, one of my friends at the time a few days after she left me behind heard that for a couple of days I was talking to this girl. He talked to her and asked if she liked me.
"Until a few days ago, yes."
"You know, you really hurt his feelings."
"Well, I'm sorry but he turned me down and I'm seeing someone else right now (this was BS)."
I never told him it hurt my feelings. He told me this and I got pissed. As a moron, I felt the need to suplicate. I loved Jolly Ranchers. One day I popped one in my mouth and her eyes lit up.
"Are those Jolly Ranchers?"
"Yeah."
"Can I have one?"
Sure. I gave her one I didn't like (Grape) and talked to me for a minute or so...until that one guy shown up and then it was time for her to ignore my existence. From then on I felt the need to give her a Jolly Rancher every time before class and before this guy shows up.
At first she really appreciated them. Then it became where she would often times hand them to her friends or worse, to her guy friend. It became worse. I was a pretty smart kid and she slacked off in class so she and two of her friends decided to be in a group with me for this big project in the class. Sure enough, we were to meet at school library at 3:30 pm to work on it. I was ready to go and was actually going to try to get her AOL IM (I'm a fool, I know). 3:30, no show. 4:00, nobody. 4:15 one of my friends showed up when he was working on the project and we talked for a good hour or so. I gave up but had fun talking.
I was furious. Worse...I felt used. The next class time came up and they acted like nothing. I brought up the school library incident and they ignored me. They didn't seem to care. Anyway, the project was due the next class. Worth 35% of the class grade. I had a 98% in there and was not going to piss it away. I didn't want to feel like a damn fool and a tool by doing it myself. So we set it up for that classroom at 4 pm.
Surprise, surprise, no show until 4:20 when the girl shown up. She had nothing with her and as it turns out, the only reason why she was there was because she was waiting for her boyfriend to get done with football practice which was about 5. She did nothing. She had no research (she was in charge of that, I was in charge of putting it in graphs and charts) and I started to get mad. Anyway, it was 5 and in mid conversation, she just leaves. WTF? She left her bookbag behind.
It was about 5:15 and I just decided to f*ck it and do the research myself. Her and her boyfriend (the guy in class) were holding eachother and all that. I said, "Why did you leave me like this? Do you realize how screwed we are?"
They looked at eachother and laughed. She left to go to the can. I figured if I can't beat him, join him. So we introduced eachother and talked for a little bit, usually about projects and then it went down to her (she was outside talking on her cell for half of the convo) Turns out she told him that I was a huge creep and wouldn't leave her alone. She called me a loser and that she regretted ever having any feelings for me. I pissed. He didn't get pissed off surprisingly that I wanted to nail her. He point blank told me something:
"Dude, she's using you."
"Using me for what?"
"This project."
I knew that already from how she was that day but it seemed to piss me off more to the point of near tears. He told me just to claim it as my own and "let the b1tches fail." I said, "You shouldn't say that about your girl." He laughed and that was it. He told me that I was cool and to forget her, I can get a girl of my own.
I did just that. I put my name on the project and my name only after her begging me practically for the credit. Just to be sure, I told the teacher that the girls didn't want to work on it and it was all my work. They all failed. At the time it was liberating.
We never talked again until last summer at a party where I just talked to her to see how she was. Word got around that I was getting laid and getting fit so she seemed to flirt around with me. I was going to make out with her when I noticed she had mouth herpes wart on her face! Hilarious!
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Thanks for reading, comments please.