Aw man has it been busy. I have been trying to get a date set up for my birthday, (which is only a week away). I plan on getting a keg of YuengLing, and I have already invited a couple dozen people. Jason (my roommate) must not have any possible knowledge of what the hell goes on at parties that John and I have. (Lots of drugs and drinking and naked chicks) So Jason goes and invited Tara (from work), which is married to a police officer. Not good. I had to tell Jason that she could not bring her husband. He gave me some shit about it, and then I brought up the good point that no one at the party is going to want to stay if the cops are hanging out. He realized his mistake.
Taryn

So I have been talking to these two girls. One names Mai (s/l May; lives currently in Columbia S.C.) and Taryn (from South Africa; lives in Matthews N.C.). Mai, I have talked to on the phone a few times, and seen some pictures but we have not met face to face. She is defiantly hotter than Taryn, but I have gone out with Taryn. We went out for a few beers and shot some pool, had a few laughs. She has an accent (not too heavy, sometimes she says words I’m not familiar with, that always keeps things interesting). She is not exactly the skinniest girl (but she is not fat) and she has a mole on her face, it kind of grosses me out a little, but she is really nice, funny, and we seem to like somewhat the same things. She drinks Guiness like a champ (probably because she has been drinking since she was 14; it’s a European thing…), and she is a pretty good pool player. She said that when she was younger (she is 23 now); she had to stop playing video games because they were so addictive, so getting her to play again would be pretty easy. She is a big movie buff, and said she spend most of her money shopping for DVDs or clothes (she used to pirate movies and music off the web, like myself, but started to feel guilty, and stopped. Cheesy.). She drives a 03’-04’ Black Jeep Liberty, and her family owns a company that fixes and sells big printing presses (they have a little money to throw around, evidently). Most of all; she smokes Camel Light Menthols, and after our little conversation about drugs, she smokes a little reefer on the side (about four times a year). She told me a story about a past friend that would smoke nothing but herb and refused to smoke cigarettes, and she was cool with that. So I don’t foresee her having a problem with me doing it every once and a while. Realistically, I only have been out with her once, and have a lot of good information, but it’s too soon to tell what the deal is. I have not had a lot of good success with women that I have met over the Internet. The last ‘couple’ that I met (the club kids with the huge dude and the gorgeous little girlfriend that he wanted me to DP…), ended calling me at 11:30 that one night (out of the blue) to get me to come out with them. That is a little too late for my tastes, and they were kind of pushy which made me feel a little uneasy about dealing with them. Anyway, never the less; they have tried to keep in contact with me, but I never returned any of their calls. So I will have to be a little patient with this new girl, Taryn. I think she is looking for something definite, so I need to watch myself. We are scheduled to go out for Sushi on Saturday night at this place called Sushi101. I have never been there, but she says it is good. If things go well on Saturday night, I am going to invite her to my b-day party.

Three things, only three major things do guys require; Sex, Entertainment, and Food. In all aspects of a guy’s life, his involvement with society and the interaction with other people and events are based off of those three things.
For example, a guy gets a girl that is good in bed, but boring otherwise. The guy would probably find some other entertainment for the time that she is not feeding him or fucking him. (…usually resulting in the guy playing video games; it’s entertaining) It’s not like she has to make an effort to entertain him, women are just entertaining in general to men. The way they look, think, do things; it makes us watch and wonder….’what the hell is going through your mind to make you do the things that you all do?’
Another example would be if a woman was entertaining, but not so good in bed. It wouldn’t take the guy long before he would have to have his kinky side scratched, and probably cheat on that girl, or break up with her for that reason.

I met a couple through alt.com (another personals ‘hook-up’ site). Not sure of their names, but they seem pretty nice. The guy evidently convinced his girlfriend (just met her and moved her in three months ago) to have a threesome. They have had a few since then, and she told him that seeing him suck dick turn her on. So the last couple threesomes that they have tried, he did, and he didn’t seem to mind. So now I come along, I haven’t done anything with anyone like that before, a little cautious, I mean; this is the Internet after all. No telling what this guy is up to. He did send me some pictures, they were, well, not what I expected. He is like this huge tan buff 31yr. old guy, and she is this short white thick ass 22yr. old. (I must say, she is quite attractive.) They want me to meet then tonight at a nightclub so we all can get a comfortable feel for each other. He is really intimidating, mainly because of his size. Six foot six inches tall, and built like a Mac truck. Compared to me, he is mammoth; I am a little uncomfortable with that. They both seem to still be in the ‘Club Scene’; being 22 that’s normal for her, but he is 31 and I think he is just trying to hang on to that nightlife. I am 26 and got out of that a long time ago, although, if they still roll (do ecstasy) I probably would take them up on it just to relieve some of the tension.

Well, I went to get my car estimated to fix the dent that the Jeep left. I went to B&R Body Shoppe at the ass-crack of dawn this morning; those guys think they are crazy if they think that ½ a grand is reasonable price to fix the fender. They said that they will have to paint the whole thing and possible replace the fender. Absurd! After that, I went to Dent Wizard, they said that they could take the fender off, heat it up and bend it back into shape for $270. (I think that is the route I am going to take.) Susan King is the name of the woman that ‘supposedly’ hit may car. When I called the CMPD (Charlotte Mecklenburg Police Department) they came by to file a report in about twenty minutes. When they arrived, Susan and I went to go talk to the officer. After explaining my story about arriving at 9am and seeing the dent at 10am, we all determined that she had to have done it (without Susan’s knowledge, of course) judging by the dent and scratch makes on both cars and the fact that mine was parked and I wasn’t in it. So I decided that I wasn’t going to contact the insurance company about it (mainly because I have a $500 deductible) and deal directly with Susan. I kind of felt obligated to call the police, though, just to let her know that I was serious.
So, after my first break (at 10:30, today) I went to show Susan the bill for fixing the dent. Amazingly enough she wrote me a check on the spot. So let me clear up this whole scenario for you; this lady pulls into a space next to my parked car and grazes the front end resulting in a dent about half the size of a basketball. She doesn’t even move into a different parking space, she just ran into work. I go on my break, see my car, see the dent, and go back to security to tell them, and when she comes downstairs we have a conversation with the cops and she writes me a check for $270. I am totally surprised that there are such gullible people that exist. Although, if she didn’t do it, why would she have paid it?

Ahhh, well, it’s been a while since I have stopped by, I figured I would let you know what has been going on.
I met another person from the Yahoo Personals, it didn’t really pan out. (Her name is Devin, and she never called me back. I think I was a little too forward with her. It’s so difficult to keep my excitement curbed when I actually find a date) She has a beautiful tattoo that covers half of her back; it is of a left angel wing, done in all red. She really reminded me of Tonja, and personally, I would have probably done anything for her if she were just remotely close to Tonja. Never the less, it has been about two weeks since we had coffee at Starbucks, and she hasn’t returned either of my calls, so I guess that is a big ‘DENIED’.
I convinced mom that she doesn’t want to move in with me, and possible move into an apartment. The parents seem to be having some marriage problems (like we all didn’t see that coming, what happens when you mix water with vinegar?), not to mention the superior lack of funds. Money has always been an issue with my parents, but in my opinion it mainly has to do with my dad’s lazy and self-loathing personality. They seem to have bills up to their eyeballs, and even thought about filing for bankruptcy, but we (Sis and I) convinced them otherwise. Mom’s brilliant idea was to sell everything, bet on dad leaving her and move in with me. My alternative was for them to sell what they need to (excluding the house I’m currently living in) and gets an apartment. The money coming in from the house I am living in ($400 x 3 [+2 roommates] each month) would be more than enough for them to live in a protected apartment complex. They would even get to keep up with the latest commodities like a pool or a workout room (not that I think they would actually work out). Mom liked the idea, so I think I am in the clear from living with my parents, again…

Aw, man, this day just gets better and better. I just got back from break, and while I was outside I noticed that someone was nice enough to dent my driver fender. A huge depression in the fender, not really a whole lot of paint was exchanged. There is a white older model Jeep Cherokee parked beside me, and I did notice that it was missing a little paint on the driver front bumper, (like they had pulled into a parking place too quickly). I did also notice that the bumper is of the same height at the dent on my car. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out, but what moron would be stupid enough to park next to a car they just hit. Anyway, I told the security guards at the front, and they are going to find out who drives the white Cherokee to call me down there to see if they are the one’s and to see if we can settle out of court. Not that I really want to file a police report for a little dent, but it’s the point.