What it is that college girls find attractive is this, and you can check me if I'm wrong:
*1* Unwavering self-confidence.
*2* A big dick, or rumors of a big dick. At the very least, something well groomed.
*3* Ignorance about something, pick a something, as long as it's not "all sports."
*4* One amazing talent. Athleticism, musicality, culinary skill, whatever.
*5* Laid-backness; we shouldn't give too much of a shit about anything.
*6* Fuck this list. I don't give a shit. I don't even know lists. I can play guitar. And my dick is fucking jacked.
What it is that college guys find attractive is this, and you can check me if I'm wrong:
*1* Unwavering self-confidence.
*2* A tiny vaginy, or rumors of a tiny vaginy. At the very least, something well groomed.
*3* Ignorance about everything, especially sports in their entirety.
*4* Talents at everything we aren't talented at.
*5* Up-tightness; I mean, at least one of the two of us has to care about what's up.
*6* This list could go on for fucking ever.
I have the hardest time understanding how SO many boys n' girls can walk into a room at a party wanting sex--and these kids are roughly in a 1 to 1 ratio, here, genderwise--and SO many boys n' girls can wake up the next morning alone and bored as shit.
What no one tells you, growing up, is that it's not okay to be indoors. It's not. I wish my mom had caught me when I was starting to show a peculiarly vested interest in art and slapped the pencil out of my hand and locked me outside with a soccerball and some provisions. I wish it hard.
I actually just went off on a tangent after the word "hard" and wrote a couple paragraphs about freedom of speech cancelling itself out and how art has been raped to death in the US. But I figured not doing it and telling you I thought about it was just as useful.
Girl reading this who finds me attractive: do something awesome for me. That's how these things start. I'd do it for you, I mean I have for some girls, it's just that I can't see you from here. I sure bet you wanted me to say "I'm lookin for ya!" But I'm not though. I'm not looking or a certain personality type, or a hair color, or even a very strict height/cup-range. Look at that list up there. That's all we want. Sure, maybe I've got my eyes on a particular lady at the moment, and you can bet I've probably been trying to cook up something awesome to do for her and not been thinking of you at all, but that's just it! The whole point of the awesome act is to persuade the target to stop seeking whoever it was they just were a second ago. Meaning reread the start of this paragraph.
This blog entry was a healthy ventilation for me, and I appreciate your feedback. This isn't to say I'm sexually frustrated. I am. But this isn't to say that. This was for you.
