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Saturday, December 15, 2001

All the Good-looking Guys are Already Taken. Move on. Ask the Nearest Dork Out.
(Author's note: This is a rambling meant to be an ode to the female readers).

I pity you girls who faithfully wait by the window sill for your handsome knight in shining armor. There is no point in waiting for a Mr. Perfect to knock on your door and ask your hand in the most romantic moment imaginable. Why? Well, there is no such person. Not a single guy in this goddamn world is perfect, believe me. And I don't just mean the standard 'perfect' that applies to most girls. Even the most pathetic kind of 'perfect' does not fit one single guy that I have met or known in my life.

Being a guy myself and having spent my entire life amongst guys, I know that a guy is truthfully not perfect, and by that, I mean, very, very far away from perfection. The filthy slob, the born idiot, the insensitive jerk, the arrogant bastard, the conspiring devil, the non-stop eating pig, the player jock - these are just the typical and essential of all guys. Then, of course, the romantic part of that is often impossible to be asked of from any guy; no guy I know is really that romantic or even remotely romantic. Sincerely, no one is. At least, not sincerely romantic - maybe he's got something else that he wants from you in exchange for that romanticism (if you know what I mean *wink*).

And don't you ever think that YOU could change him and his imperfections with your love once you two are in a commitment. That is just plain stupid and pointless. Nothing and no one can change a man (with the exception of a near-death experience, of course). So, go on and say "I just love your thick glasses" to the nearest dork and start a relationship with him and hope that all will go well. Just make use of what is there (namely his penis) and live on with your life. Life is just too precious to be spent on waiting for someone who was never there in the first place anyway.

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