Happy Birthday, Blue Eyes. No, I'm not talking about Frankie. I wish I was. I'm talking about her. The one that I can't let go. The one that doesn't make any sense to me, yet makes perfect sense.  Admittedly I've probably romanticized this to the point of disillusionment, but oh well. We all have to hold on to something. I wish I had the chance to show you how great life could be with someone by your side. I also wish that I could forget you. Honestly I do. Maybe it's because you never made me that dessert you promised me. This isn't fun by any means. I don't see how I can feel any other way, but I would love to feel any other way. Happy Birthday nonetheless, beautiful.

If I get too excited I'll ruin it.

I've come up with possibly the best idea ever. I've already set things in motion, but I can't get too excited. Not just yet. More information in a month or so. Gotta get a game plan down first.

White people problems: My current intense hatred of Valentine's Day

Now, upfront, this hatred is completely born out of jealousy and frustration. I know that, but emotions trump logic on this of all days. I'm throwing myself a pity party, deal with it. I'll be fine tomorrow. I didn't think it was going to bother me, but I woke up this morning and it hit me hard. I started thinking about all of the time, effort, and frankly money that I spent last year trying to find and build a relationship, and how poorly I was treated in return on two occasions.

And it brings home the point that I've been trying to make which is that people are full of shit when it comes to romance. For one day of the year, men act like they appreciate the women they're with. And the women act as if they appreciate the gestures. Either that, or they really do appreciate it because it doesn't happen any other time of the year. Whereas I, a hopeless romantic, get treated with mistrust or COMPLETE unappreciation. Or flat-out ignored. Utter bullshit.

All I have to say is, thank Cthulhu for friends and I need a drink.

This is why you should love Louis C.K.

He's great at pointing out things that make you feel like an asshole.

What do I want? Inspirado. When do I want it? Uhhmm...now?

Aside from me being a smartass, this blog has had a major focus on dating when you're socially awkward. As I've said, this is partly for my own benefit, analyzing my own reactions and trying to learn more about myself, but also in hopes of helping other adults and teens with Asperger's who may have similar troubles.
Now, however, I'd like to take a second to be selfish and talk about what I want.

There aren't very many specific traits I'm looking for in a woman. It's really about the individual as a whole. I want someone who is kind, caring and with a similar sense of humor, but that's standard. Most people want that, or at least that's what they say. What I'm looking for is more abstract. I want someone that inspires me and someone that I can inspire. Someone who deserves every little thing I do for them but doesn't expect it. Someone who makes me want to get up as quickly as possible when my alarm goes off because I don't want to wake them up so they can sleep for a couple hours more.

I'm already an ambitious person, but there are some people whose mere presence makes you want to be even more. There's a lyric from my old friend's band, Shai Hulud, from the song "When One Bests Defeat"- "I climb to the crest, and strive to climb higher." I've experienced that feeling twice in the past year from women I've dated, and although neither worked out, I can settle for nothing less. I need someone with Inspirado.

A post of quotation marks and two lessons learned

So, a $178.00 fine for not seeing the "No turn on red" sign. Awesome. Thanks for the "lesson'" local government. But, on the bright side, the Vietnamese guy at work who pretends to not speak English is wearing a shirt that says "Caution!! Sober to Horny in 4 Beers", similar to the mug in the picture above. Thanks for the warning, Khang, I really appreciate it.

People are too sensitive

People need to stop taking themselves so seriously. For realz. I don't even know how to elaborate on that without writing a ten page rant about it, and I don't have the time. But for Cthulhu's sake, stop being a bunch of babies!