That Guy from Blind Date Thoughts

Hot and humid Chicago summers... they really are the worst.

The news said that the London subway bombings could in fact be attributed to suicide bombings by muslamic British nationals. The terrorist expert said that due to the overwhelming unemployment rate of muslims, especially in the Leeds area, that there is a distinct possibility that one of the nationals turned over to the other side. I don't know how much water it holds but very interesting nonetheless. I guess if I was pissed off about not having a job for a long time, felt I was discriminated against, I would start to take a disliking to my gov't and probably be more suggestive to outside influences. I guess it could happen. I'm not going to blow myself up and take as many people with me as possible. Fucking lighten up.

Tonight, Tiffany is coming over to cut my hair. Isn't that fucking hot? Then I'll take her out for sushi, it's the least I could do. She's cut hair for over 9 years and now she's in real estate so hopefully she hasn't lost too much of her touch. She did give a haircut to one of her tenants and he was told it's the best haircut he's ever had. Looks like I could be in good hands.

Tomorrow is tennis with Sam. I'm going to kill her. She better had come up with some good wager by now. Maybe she thinks I'll take it easy on her but I'm not going to. Watch, she'll end up killing me which is a good possibility since my game is full of holes at this point.

Friday will be Old St. Pats. Nick had a lot of good luck there last year so we'll see what happens. I'll go down "crash and burn, Mav" style almost definitely since I have zero game. The only thing that keeps girls talking to me is my honesty and genuine personality. But those are novelties to women that wear off over a little time. Maybe not the honesty thing, but at least a guy who's means well, whose nice (can't be too nice though), who looks out for other people, that's the part that women say they want but don't. This year I've really made efforts to stop trying to figure out what women want, I assume the worst b/c that's what they give me around Chicago. That is, status, money, power seem to be the big 3. I've got all that crap but I don't parade it in front of them when I go out. I've got the best place of anyone I know my age (although Nick's is right there, he's done a great job), I've got a car that kicks all forms of ass on the road, and maybe I'm not a big hitter when it comes to the salary, I still have a really good position that affords me a very comfortable life. I've got a bar (more like a lounge) on my 2nd flr and a fucking hot tub on my rooftop with a view of the Chicago skyline, it's fucking great! But I would never tell a girl that that I just met out somewhere. I could never lower myself to be That Guy from the show Blind Date who guaranteed always asks the girl to go to the hot tub. Not my style or game. Might get laid more and that sounds great but it's just not me. Well, that's enough ranting for today.

Is there a pill I could take that would allow me to not think about women and fucking every single second of the day? I could be such a more productive person, I really could.