Ladies I hand you my Sword, not the one in my pants
You guys know that old tradition, when an army surrenders the general gives the sword to the opposing general right?
So I’m at school again today. Getting smart and like stuff, and there are hundreds of beautiful women at the new school. I never once been to a higher education center that had such a collection of women.
I’ve been going to class there for almost a full year now, and I think I talked to about a third of them. One called me back, that was just to fix her computer.
Then there was the pathetic defeats I had with just talking to women on the street/bars/parks/bookstores/music stores/detainment centers.
Lets not forget the 8000 emails to posts that I thought were cool on craigslist, and friendster, and coming up zip.
Add all that defeat into 13 years of attempts, I have to draw the conclusion that to be sane, and not too overly depressed. I need to give up. Surrender.
I know when I’m a beaten man, so women you win. You have successfully took an ok guy that would be good to you out of the race, and chosen hipster douchebags. I hope your happy with your choice, because I hate it.
