This women says to me, "Hey Italian, write something, anything, and I will pay you."
Then she gave me 25 dollars. Entrusting me that I will write. I went and got myself a pizza, and a drink. I thought to myself, like, really, it would have been nice to have lunch with Andrea Corr. You know. But, been smart. Been very clever. Not been a dreamer about it. Someone told me that she is in Ireland. And I said that was fine. I think is good that she is in Ireland. She should be home because her place, is a fun place to be at.
I am strange, but eccentric by way of how I feel about the things I do. I am having fun. I wake up, run, work out, cool off, read, study, go out, spend money, hang out with myself. Dejected but thats not my fault. I never get in trouble and that is key. Thats the bottomline.
I find myself enjoyabale in everything. I'm not miserable. Then a person goes on about a joke, and is bantering me. But aside that, if you really look at me, you will notice that I am happy. Not misearble. Trying to defend myself from a joke tends to make the circumstance seem different from the good laugh I live with.
I ate the pizza I bought, and was disapointed. As well as I should have been disapointed. If you see my view, you'll see that I'm right. There is not a reason good enough as to why I dated myself. I go out with myself and I had the best times.
Here is the deal, I control handlement in the gym, compounding the best, or reaching bar none. What I mean is, I can do things that are remarkable, things that make other people great, but yet, I can't get a date with a women? I am pressing correctly. I am living comfortably. I am doing everything that a man is suppose to do to win a women.
In a joke a women said, Maybe I am gay....That was an insult. Know why? She called me gay. But didn't let me ease myself on her to prove her wrong. Then she went and try effecting my dignity and self-respect. Yet, she respected a moron clown and treated him better.
I'm not gay. And I know what I look like. This killjoy act, I don't understand why. I mean, I don't killjoy anyones enjoyment, and I am honest with myself. Question is to all women, why haven't you?
I'm a winner. Going home treated like if I am a loser. I had lunch alone. And where is the sympathy? Where is the guy who says, "Hey give that guy a break?" He deserves a date for crying aloud. He doesn't have to fight for it because he already did everything that a man is suppose to do. We are not suppose to let women lie about what a man should be or do, because look at him, look! And for what was it worth? Did the women keep their promise!? NO!....They owe this man. So they hate him. So that they can feel they don't owe him anything."
Where is that guy who advocates for me....Instead in the end, we get the other guy who makes it seem as if been alone, is a thing for suckers. ...This womens movement act is pathetic. Whatever this womens movement act is, it sure hells isn't world peace!....I made 25 dollars, thanks to the peaceful women whom paid me. I will be home. I will be alright..Is not my fault women are stuck waiting for me to make the first move. ...Good night y'all. I hope you find your enjoyment and avoid killjoy.
