Dave's Mental Meanderings
2002-02-28 05:10:01 (UTC)

"I don't need a girl anymore."

Several months ago, I wrote an entry called "I need a girl"
in which I talked about how few girls there are out there
whose personalities extend beyond the mind-numbing shit
that interests most college students. Anyway, I am now
dating such a girl, so all you girls who read that last
article can now stop e-mailing me asking me for sex. I
know, I know, it will be hard to turn all of you down, but
it comes with the territory.

For all of you slow-witted folks out there, that was pure
sarcasm. I get about as many girls as Elton John. But
anyway, if you're one of my friends than you probably know
who the girl is, so I'm not going to be posting her name on
the internet. Well, if any really pathetic guys read this,
I'll sell you her IM name for $5.

I don't really know why I'm writing this entry, I have no
intention of getting into all the sappy bullshit that you'd
enjoy hearing about as much as you'd enjoy getting polio.
I guess I'm writing it to express how nice it is to know
that there are some people out there who judge people based
on things that go more than skin deep. Dr. Martin Luther
King put it very well - "I have a dream that one day my
children will live in a world where they are judged not by
the color of their skin, but by the content of their
character." Not to say that skin color has anything to do
with what I'm talking about, but what Dr. King means is
that the world would be a much better place if everybody
was either a lot more civilized and mature or just plain
blind. Nobody gives people a chance anymore, you're judged
on what you wear, how you cut your hair, the kind of car
you drive, even how firm your fucking handshake is. I wear
shitty, worn out jeans and a t-shirt every day because the
comfort of broken-in clothes is purely amazing, I haven't
cut my hair in 9 months, I drive a Saturn made out of
plastic, and, well, I guess I have a decent handshake. So
I got 1 out of 4. Guess what? I'm a chemical engineering
student on the Dean's List at a nationally acclaimed
university. Would most people guess that? I think not.
If you are one of the few people out there who gives a
person a chance before you decide what kind of person they
are, then I salute you.

Anyway, I have digressed. In summary:
I have a girlfriend.
Most people suck.
I look like a homeless person.

Until next time folks...