The Default Choice

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Update — There. 😛

This is why I like Wil Wheaton. Wil, being the geek that also happens to be cute and famous, writes a memoir of the one that got away. But, because he’s cute and famous, he actually gets a ton of comments from women everywhere. This, of course, makes me think. Something I do a lot of these days.

This is 2002, and it seems that women have one last barrier in the fight against patriarchalism: the fear of appearing too eager in a sexual relationship. I have been considering this for a long time. Why don’t women ever introduce themselves to me? Why don’t they ever ask me for my phone number? Why don’t they ever call when I give them my phone number? Why is it that women never ask me out on dates?

The answer is simple: I am the man. All that stuff is my job. Which sucks, because I suck at it. In plain: I just can’t seem to do it at all. Which leads to my present situation: I’m still single. At my age. No girlfriend. Not really even any leads around the corner.

I guess I could spend all of my energy making it easier for me to do that. Advancing a lucrative career. Making lots of money. Working out. Plastic surgery. But then I would become a different person that I am not really sure I want to be. And would it really be me that whoever it is fell in love with?

So, I guess I must prefer being a lonely, loser freak to doing whatever it takes not to be.

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