Another Sex Blog

on VH1. Starring Mystery.

This show is frigging hiLARious. I love it. A few years ago I read “The Game” by Neil Strauss which is also all about this whole pickup thingy.

Guys, it works. I hate to admit it. Just about every “trick” I’ve heard on the show or read in the book undoubtedly will work most of the time. EVEN on a girl, like me, who’s aware of what you’re doing. That’s so sad, isn’t it?

Well, with one exception, for me anyway. The “neg” — at least the ones that are basically a backhanded compliment. I hate those. They piss me off.

Anyway, my real post topic is — where the hell are the pickup guidelines for women who want to pick up hot men? Stop laughing. I’m serious.

There’s this idea out there that it’s a snap for a girl to get laid. Well, ok, yeah, in its most literal interpretation, that’s true. But, just like for men, it’s the *really* hot guys/girls who have almost no problem. There’s also the added fact (or broad generalization) that women have higher standards for who they want to sleep with. That could be a whole post on its own, but yeah, I could easily *just* get laid. I do NOT get hit on by guys that are super hot.

Oh, and I’m not saying that I’m only interested in those out of the world model type guys any more than most guys are only interested in out of the world model type women. But, it would be nice to know how to hit on them.

Great, now that I’m done watching the show I can’t remember what I wanted to babble about. I guess there’s always next time.

Oh, and I went out bar-hopping kind of on Friday. Why the HELL are all the really REALLY hot guys gay and hanging out at gay bars? WTF? Dammit. Now I’m both horny AND ornery.

I need to write more often, don’t I?  Thinking about whether or not people who read this will find what I write about stops me sometimes.  Which is dumb since *mostly* I’m writing to myself.  Writing clarifies my thoughts.  Or something.  But my thoughts aren’t necessarily interesting to anyone other than me.

My activity level on AFF is rising again.  Sometimes I stop spending much time on AFF because it’s such a time sucker. I log on and before I know it HOURS have passed!

Even though my profile is detailed, I’m not really sure what I’m looking for.  One night stands aren’t enough.  NSA seems to mean being treated like a prostitute or call girl — made to order, do your job and then goodbye.  FWB means let’s have sex until I find a “real” girlfriend.

I want a really close good friend who also turns me on and finds me hot.  Who shares at least some of my kinks.  And would occasionally indulge the others.  (Just as I would theirs, btw.  Okay, with a few, but VERY few exceptions.)

I don’t click with a lot of people in my day-to-day life so it shouldn’t be surprising that finding someone who is both a friend-match and a sex-match is a tad difficult.

I’m acftually writing this in a notebook while sitting outside a Starbucks.  It’s a gorgeous day out.  Drinking coffee and spilling my brain out on paper.  Which will be typed online later.  No, no edits.  My blog post are pretty much all first-draft.

Random thoughts are going through my head that I’m NOT writing down because I’m afraid people reading this would go WTF?  Where did *that* come from?  Ok, so now that I’ve explained that, maybe I’ll be more likely to write them… like…

Do beautiful people know that they’re beautiful?  Do ugly people know that they’re ugly?

A lot of times I want to improve people.  Wait, that sounds judgmental.  I mean it in a totally helpful way.  Even guys that I’m interested in, but who are not interested in me… I end up volunteering to help them get together with some girl they *are* interested in.

ARGH!  I’m being interrupted.  There’s this guy who asked if he could sit at my table.  Sure, all the other tables and chairs are filled and I’m sitting alone writing.  He won’t stop talking to me.  Asking me questions which I’m politely avoiding answering when they’re personal.  He’s telling me that he’s been searching for a girlfriend for three years… yeah?  I wonder why.

*****I got a phone call on my cell and he STILL didn’t get the hint and just kept on talking to me afterwards.  I left.*****

Ok, so why do I get hit on by people I have NO interest in whatsoever? Every convenience store clerk.  Parking attendants.  Guys like the one at Starbucks who just have no social skills.  Why don’t guys I might LIKE ever hit one me?  Seriously.  I’m asking, not trying to whine.  (Oh, and I really don’t mean to say that there’s something intrinsically wrong with people who work in convenience stores or parking garages… I’m just digging myself into a hole here, aren’t I?  Damn.)

Alright, I’m going to be embarrassingly honest about what I’m really wondering.  Do those guys just hit on *every* girl or do they just focus on girls who give off some sort of signal that they might be amenable?  Am I crazy to think that I’m out of these particular guys’ league?  (Yes, I might be *conceited* to think that… but am I crazy, too?)

What the hell are you doing reading all the way to the end of this long post?  Go do something productive!