I had to wait until I wrote this entry. And, of course, in the week that's passed since I thought of it, it's become less funny. You've been warned.
I was at Rich O's the other night - I think it was Wednesday - talking to various regulars and irregulars. In that place, I try to steer clear of the usual topics of politics, religion, music and sports. The first two because those conversations always lead to people revealing their stupidity, and the last two because I neither know nor care about those things.
So that usually means that I either talk about beer, or I talk about women.
Women are weird. If you've never read this blog before, then that might come as a shock to you, but trust me - they're weird.
So let's take a guy. But not a regular guy, one instead who has three particular qualities. He's an asshole, and he plays guitar, and he's unemployed.
The thing about that guy, see, is that I absolutely guarantee that he has a girlfriend.
Those three qualities, taken separately, would seem to be either neutral or even negative qualities. But put those three qualities together, and they form some kind of magical sphere - a triumvirate of attractiveness - for the guy. Women find him irresistible.
Weird, like I said. But you can't prove me wrong, because I'm not wrong. If a guy has all three of those qualities, he's got a girlfriend, or at least getting some steady action.
Now, lacking those three qualities doesn't automatically mean that a guy's going to die alone and unloved, but it might. So, in order to foster my own chances of having someone actually cry at my funeral, I'm taking some steps.
First, I'm really not an asshole, though I can act like one at times. I need to do it more often. Recent events in my life have already given me a shove in that direction, so it's only getting easier.
Second, I've been trying to learn to play guitar. For over a year and a half now. I still suck, but not as much as I once did.
Third, I lost my job last Tuesday.
Yes, that's right. I've been made into a victim of this recession, along with another 250 or so people from my old company. So, for now anyway, I've got the unemployment requirement nailed.
Anyway, I had to wait before I wrote about losing my job. My sisters and my niece were on a trip to Europe, and I didn't want to impact their enjoyment. But now they're back, so they can be miserable right along with me.
Wow. . . did NOT see THAT one coming.
So does this mean you'll bring your pool game back up to snuff?
Take a little off the top of what Shane, Francisco, Corey and Efren are walking away with, make it a working summer vacation on the road.
Wow, f*ck. . . bummer
If you find your way to Alexandria, VA, beers on me.
OH! Regarding your theory on women, spot on! I too found myself attracted to what I deemed "bad boys" . . . yet had a ringside seat to seeing where THAT leads and opted out, flipped sides and chose to be the "bad one" who must be saved, rehabilitated or I dunno what the draw is, but it works.
posted by: Iron Butterfly | April 30, 2009 11:15 AM
The problem with making a living at playing pool is that I'm not a gambler, and I'm not good enough to make a living at tournaments.
posted by: dave | April 30, 2009 2:32 PM