Saturday night, 9pm, late January 2014.
I’m alone, with no plans tonight, which has become typical.
I’m grateful to be healthy, and I’m grateful to have gotten the opportunity to pursue the career I had applied for.
I’m not out of the woods yet; there’s still so much to do.
Loneliness does creep up on me, and I gotta admit, it sometimes really sucks.
I’d like to meet a woman that lifts, or just an independent, mentally strong woman. I want seduction. I want aggression. No more of these beautiful women, who are so obsessed with themselves, they expect every man to chase them. I chase money. I chase success, and my dreams. If women really want ambitious guys, they’ll realize that the guys that hit on them, and act entitled, aren’t ambitious, but insecure. Real men, are working on goals. It’s like hunting. If you sit there and wait for a guy to talk to you, 5 times out of 10 you’re going to get stuck with some scumbag, pretending to be rich, buying stuff he can’t afford to impress girls that don’t know him. Now, if you go and do the hunting, you’ll have a much better selection of guys to pick from. I’m arrogant. I know I’m better than 90% of the guys out there. I wasn’t born the same, but I outdo them in terms of work ethic and morals. I know my flaws, and I do what is needed to fix them.
I treat people equally. I’m nice for the sake of other people, not for any other reason than to make people feel better. When people tell me their stories, I actually listen, and I actually care. I come across as ignorant and absent minded, but that’s because I’m truly thinking of their situation, putting myself in that position, and trying to take what I can from their situation, whether it be a lesson to be learned, a problem to be solved, etc.