One must take steps not to sound desperate, yes?
I mean, isn't the usual recommendation to play it cool, kid, real cool...
So then how do I casually let her know I need her?
I suppose I could start by recollecting the early days of getting to know her, surreptitiously glossing over the occasions where I stuck my foot in my mouth. I could tell her how she makes me laugh, how hours of conversation seem to take seconds. Hyperbole aside, I could inform her that she is definitely the coolest girl I've ever met. Where other girls cause me to roll my eyes at their air headed-ness and naivete, she continually impresses me. Although she hates math, she's sharp as a tack.
I could tell her that one of the reasons I fell for her was a trip to the public library. Yeah, I'm a nerd, but I appreciate a reader.
There's flashes of memory I associate with my feelings for her. Riding shotgun out to her house, the windows down in the sunshine. Rushing outside of the bar to watch a brawl. Everything is more fun with her.
She's beautiful, I stare into her eyes for hours. She fits perfectly in my arms. Laying curled up with her is perfect comfort. I've sworn on occasion that we don't even speak, but just beam thoughts to each other.
To be loved by her, it's amazing. I feel it begins to define me as a man, as her man. The depression I usually suffer through living in the Bronx is surprisingly absent, even when she is hundreds of miles away.
She's all I need, I love her.
That's the truth.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
The Respect Principle
My phone rang at 7:18 a.m. this morning in Riverdale. I rolled over, didn't recognize the number and let the call go to voice mail. When I called back a few hours later, I had a discussion with my neighbors upstairs about the party that had occurred at my apartment the night before. Apparently, it went on until about 7 a.m.
Reportedly, there was a great deal of banging and noise.
This was news to me.
When I came into the apartment, I was greeted by four or five strangers, one of whom was standing in the hallway in his underwear. Politely, I asked him who the fuck he was and why he was naked in my house. This apparently caught the individual off guard.
Between the broken furniture, the obsequious beer cans and the passed out sophomores in the fetal position, I had more than enough reasons to flip a shit.
For people to get along living in close quarters, like say an apartment building, it is my contention that we have to operate on the respect principle. That is, show respect to our roommates and neighbors and be treated with respect in return. I guess its a variation of the golden rule, but I don't mean to moralize.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that just because you're in college doesn't give you free reign to act an ass. Falling down drunk is not attractive. Yes, we've all had a night or two where we drank too much, but this is not an occasion to be proud of. The freshman habit of collecting liquor bottles, its just amateur. Woo, you drink! *golf clap*
Frankly, I don't have the time nor the energy to play diplomat, covering up for my roommates lack of respect and the resultant imposition on our neighbors. I just hope I can get my message through to the persons responsible for turning a civilized apartment into a flophouse fraternity. Its a message I seem to be repeating again and again: Turn on your brains.
Reportedly, there was a great deal of banging and noise.
This was news to me.
When I came into the apartment, I was greeted by four or five strangers, one of whom was standing in the hallway in his underwear. Politely, I asked him who the fuck he was and why he was naked in my house. This apparently caught the individual off guard.
Between the broken furniture, the obsequious beer cans and the passed out sophomores in the fetal position, I had more than enough reasons to flip a shit.
For people to get along living in close quarters, like say an apartment building, it is my contention that we have to operate on the respect principle. That is, show respect to our roommates and neighbors and be treated with respect in return. I guess its a variation of the golden rule, but I don't mean to moralize.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that just because you're in college doesn't give you free reign to act an ass. Falling down drunk is not attractive. Yes, we've all had a night or two where we drank too much, but this is not an occasion to be proud of. The freshman habit of collecting liquor bottles, its just amateur. Woo, you drink! *golf clap*
Frankly, I don't have the time nor the energy to play diplomat, covering up for my roommates lack of respect and the resultant imposition on our neighbors. I just hope I can get my message through to the persons responsible for turning a civilized apartment into a flophouse fraternity. Its a message I seem to be repeating again and again: Turn on your brains.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Back in the Bronx
I'm worried about this post.
First off, I'm scared I'll sound like an old man complaining about today's youth, telling them to get off my lawn, you know the deal.
Second, I might just sound like a misanthropic basket case.
Whatever, its just the internet.
I'm back at school. Again, yeah. Last semester. I should be stoked right?
Well I'm not. I'm pissed. Another go round in this stupid system. Another chance to get exploited monetarily by the bastards who have the balls to call themselves "educators."
I don't mean you, professors, or even you, administration. I'm talking about the publishers of textbooks. I spent two hundred dollars today on three books. It would have been three hundred had I purchased the other "required" text I apparently cannot live without. Before you jump at me, I bought used. Still gouged. Where do these people get off pricing books like this? Viewing supposed scholars as a "captive pricing" market? Its disgusting.
Maybe its because I'm a "super-senior", meaning I've been in school too long, but I'm really tired of people who think they're the shit. Trust me, miss 20 year old, you don't know shit about dick. Sophomore males, stop acting like you run shit. You're not bad ass, you're not hard. Walk 10 blocks south and see how far you get. The next young ass person who talks to me like they know everything is going to get bitch smacked.
On my final tirade, I'd like to set my sights on Bank of America.
You are a bunch of incompetent argumentative assholes. I hope your shitty bank fails, and all of you useless fuckers are left penniless and alone. The only talent I've run into there is the ability to talk out of both sides of ones mouth, to at once tell me I'm a valued customer and crap all over me.
Oh, Ferrari has unveiled a new model slated to replace the aging F430, stay tuned for that.
First off, I'm scared I'll sound like an old man complaining about today's youth, telling them to get off my lawn, you know the deal.
Second, I might just sound like a misanthropic basket case.
Whatever, its just the internet.
I'm back at school. Again, yeah. Last semester. I should be stoked right?
Well I'm not. I'm pissed. Another go round in this stupid system. Another chance to get exploited monetarily by the bastards who have the balls to call themselves "educators."
I don't mean you, professors, or even you, administration. I'm talking about the publishers of textbooks. I spent two hundred dollars today on three books. It would have been three hundred had I purchased the other "required" text I apparently cannot live without. Before you jump at me, I bought used. Still gouged. Where do these people get off pricing books like this? Viewing supposed scholars as a "captive pricing" market? Its disgusting.
Maybe its because I'm a "super-senior", meaning I've been in school too long, but I'm really tired of people who think they're the shit. Trust me, miss 20 year old, you don't know shit about dick. Sophomore males, stop acting like you run shit. You're not bad ass, you're not hard. Walk 10 blocks south and see how far you get. The next young ass person who talks to me like they know everything is going to get bitch smacked.
On my final tirade, I'd like to set my sights on Bank of America.
You are a bunch of incompetent argumentative assholes. I hope your shitty bank fails, and all of you useless fuckers are left penniless and alone. The only talent I've run into there is the ability to talk out of both sides of ones mouth, to at once tell me I'm a valued customer and crap all over me.
Oh, Ferrari has unveiled a new model slated to replace the aging F430, stay tuned for that.
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