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Friday, Aug. 15, 2003 - 3:48 p.m. COUP D'ETAT This is the last Friday I could take off before the big crunch. My life will soon belong to the State, like Stalinistic Russia. Yesterday I went to another appointment with the female therapist. Our topic of discussion centered mainly on where I could meet women to date and my hangups on what they look like. The bottom line is that I will not find my ideal woman. The odds are too low. Any woman I would meet in my age group is likely to have been sexually active before, and would no doubt expect a sexually active relationship. I found it humorous when she said that there are more women in my age group having children out of wedlock than those that are holding out of sex before marraige. But nowadays that makes sense. I am becoming increasingly amazed at how easy it probably is to manipulate a woman into having sex with you. I agreed with her that I should lower my standards for who I want to date. I have literally done just that, by changing the selection criteria on those internet dating sites. I have gotten a lot more interest from these women. Too bad I have to lower my standards. But on comes the long Russian winter. Work, work, hammer and sickle. However, in a sick sense, I am looking forward to it. My focus will be on work, but the experiment will continue on a limited basis. It appears that under these conditions, success is likely to happen. I have a few plans I am going to try out over the next couple of months. However, without risking my anonymity, I am not sure how specific I can be, but I will do my best. First, I will take more dancing lessons. This time, however, I will target a dance course with a younger following, and I found one. It is on my shoulders to be outgoing and get some of my fellow classmates dancing with me outside of the class. I will have to squeeze the class in during weekend evenings as we do not usually work so late during the weekend. Next, from September through November, I plan to take part in, well, I will not tell you, but it is an excellent way to meet inebriated women. This will happen on Tuesdays or Wednesday evenings, sometimes both. Again, I will have to fit this in during the evenings, when I am likely to be completely exhausted after being at work starting at 6 AM. Everyone at work thinks I am completely insane, but I have also thought up of offering tutoring services to business college students. I am not targeting the young college crowd in particular, but I might get lucky and tutor some older, more serious students. My coworkers think I am crazy because I simply will not have the time. My logic is, if I do not have time to tutor them, then I just will not tutor them. And I will only tutor women. No, this is not a ploy to rip them off so that I can meet them. When you look at my knowledge and qualifications, they will be getting the better end of the bargain considering the price that they would expect to pay for a top-notch professional. I know my work. When I am not doing these things, I will be involved at that church on the campus and going to the singles club on Friday nights. My conversation- starter will be my new "college major," which, for anonymity reasons, I will not tell you about. It involves meeting inebriated women. I might also meet a "wingman." Like the period of time during which I studied for that professional exam, I will be so buried in my work, I will not care about meeting women. That is how I just got on eharmony.com and met that girl "just for the hell of it." I ended up on my first real date. All of the above plans of action should surround me with women. With all the stress of work, I will be so uninterested in meeting them, I will be completely natural when we start up conversations. That is when they will become interested in me, just like that physical therapist did. I got a call from the art gallery for me to help them with something tomorrow, like move paintings or something. I will probably do it because I have nothing better to do. Tonight I plan to have dinner with that singles group. If only there was one young guy that showed up that would want to hit the bars afterward, then I could put my wingman theory to the test. Then I could really start to hit on women at the bars. Incidentally, I went to a bar again last night, by myself, of course. I dressed in my clubbing attire. I wore this sleek dark outfit that had this powerful contrast with the boyish charm of my face. I was attracting women. I could tell by the way they smiled at me when they walked by. The odd thing was, I had no interest in hitting on them. I was annoyed by the fact that I was there by myself, and that no matter how hard I worked on these women, I would ultimately need a wingman to bail me out if their friends tried to save her. You might be abit confused. When I go to bars, I do not ask for phone numbers. I refuse to date a girl I meet in a bar. My goal is to be a player, a guy only interested one thing. I shoot for the home run, though because I have a moral backbone, I refuse to go all the way around the bases. I just want to see how far I can play a girl, just for kicks. Supposedly, it is all a part of fun of the game. Of course, I am just a dork who dreams he can do all this, but give me a wingman, and I will prove that I can. Warning to any girl out there who wants to do the bar scene: Like it or not, that is the game every guy (who knows what he is doing) is playing. That is why I hate the bar scene. I am just doing it for the experience. My writing is likely to become less frequent in the coming months. If there are any meaningful developments, I will be sure to keep it updated. In the meanwhile, the Bolsheviks are taking charge. |