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It is definitely no pick-up line, to say that it's easier to interact with a woman after the first time we've been intimate. It's nothing I'll ever admit in person, that's for sure.

I don't know this Anton guy, but I remember a cartoon character named Anton who was the boyfriend of a Goth woman in this urban anime I saw once. The guy was constantly irritating her by not showing up on time and stuff like that, so she gradually fell for the main character, some guy who's dream was to put graffiti in places that would impress other graffiti artists. I can't remember much about it really, but the Goth woman all the hoopla was about was pretty hot for a cartoon.

I didn't get to stay in college, had to quit to wash dishes or be homeless. If I could relive, I might chose the homeless option, as the jobs I had screwed up my work ethic and robbed me of my youthful energy. For a brief while, while I still retained the math, I used to write equations onto things with the dish soap.

You know, I sell used to sell dolls like that when I worked at the naughty store. I never did understand how people could find satisfaction in a blowup doll. For that matter, what was with the guys who bought the inflatable pigs and inflatable sheep? At the counter, whomever was making the purchase would always give me this lame "It's for my friend's bachelor/ frat house/ birthday party, as a joke (of course)". I sold like fifty of those things, every one apparently bought by a guy for another guy as a novelty....

As for buying beer for my roommates, I must go without a little food to by booze, but so what? Bribing them is a small price to pay to stay anonymous.

My WORD....did I ever say "I promise"? No. I take my word so seriously that I almost never give it.

Gay jokes? Even virgin jokes? No on both counts. Heck, if I was gay, I'd have a date every night. Women hit on me so rarely I write down the date when it happens, but gay guys hit on me almost every time I go out. When I walk down the street creepy guys slow down their cars and try to pick me up. Come to think of it, one of the only times I ever went to the Merc this gay guy suddenly grabbed my nose. Is that a normal type of flirtation? I still can't figure out what he thought he was doing exactly. Apparently he realized I wasn't gay so he let go. Now I've hung out with gay folks lots, and I've never seen that before. I happened to be talking to a woman whom I accidentally befriended, not realizing at the time she was married. I knew talking to her had been too easy....Anyway, this gay guy was a friend of hers, and she introduced us.

Luckily, sometimes women make the first move. I owe the vast majority of successful evenings with women to this fact. I wish I'd known that it would stop happening while I was still young. Then I could have put a pin in my condoms, gotten one of them pregnant, and we'd still be together today. I am TOTALLY KIDDING. Last thing I want is to be trapped with the wrong person by kids. But it sounds funny.

Aw crap roommies coming, they'll want more beer if they see this. Thanks, Chia...grumble grumble

Uh, I saw that cartoon about 15 years ago,and hadn't really thought about it since. It only came to my mind because that's the junction in my brain where goth and the name 'Anton' happen to meet.

Enough with the virgin crap. The number of living, breathing, thinking women I've been with happens to be 14. And no, none of them were paid. Shockingly, they actually liked me. I guess someone had to-I certainly don't anymore. It has simply been a little over five and a half years since that last happened, and possibly just as long remains until it occurs again.

Yes, I have roommates, I can't afford my place. Never could afford my place, probably never will be able to afford my own place. It was a major dream of mine-to have my own place. However, I can't get a job where I actually make money. The only jobs I could get would only pay slightly more, and even though I would seemingly always be on my way to work, on my home from work, or at work, rent and utilities in Seattle would still be perhaps 80% of my income if I tried to get my own place. These jobs would almost certainly be what they call "high-volume", which means I would quickly burn out, fall behind on my tasks, get fired and then be homeless.

What's interesting is, during the rare times I end up in a discussion about the future with someone, that is always the situation they think I should get stuck in. A high stress job that pays only slightly more and takes up every waking minute, while nearly every single dollar would be bills. What's the point of getting my own place if I'm only home long enough to get half the sleep I need, shower and eat? Sure, it would be great to not have roommates.

For this reason, I avoid discussing the future with people in person at all costs. All they want to hear is that I'm going to work a zillion hours a week at a job I hate and pay every dollar I make back to the upper class. Just so I can get, then lose, my own place. The ONLY way for a person in my situation to get ahead is to find some way to make more without paying more for anything. My income is low, but my rent is low, so it's pseudo-sustainable. Only slightly higher income, with much higher bills and no personal time, would make me into a ticking time bomb.

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I DID my fucking time at shit jobs in N.O., and can't do it anymore. If things work out it will be because I found another way.