The cold January Sun and Coffee Shop Meatmarkets
This morning I got up and looked out the window and saw the sun. I got dressed in a teeshirt, a light sweater and my leather jacket. I put on my I am a geek baseball hat and headed down to my favorite coffee shop to write. I walked outside and froze my ass off! I should have gone home and put on warmer clothes but it’s one of those things-sometimes you get dressed and you end up stuck in the outfit you wore that day because you don’t want to replay the ritual of getting dressed. It’s strange how the mind works.
This morning I was in kind of a grumpy mood at the coffee shop and I tried to sit in the corner, journal, and get my thoughts together when all the sudden my animal magnetism turned on. Why does it always turn on when my mood is sour? I had two ladies, both alone and very doable come in separately, sit down nearby, and started staring at me write. I hate attention when I write-sometimes I just want to hide from the world. But than the question is, why even leave your apartment? That’s the ridiculous juxtaposition, why go out in public to try and be alone? When ever I am feeling social and happy I don’t seem to be able to turn on the pheromones but when I am anti-social women buzz around me like flies on shit.
Anyway, it’s always a sticky situation when you have 2 admirers. One of them looked horny as hell and looked like she needed to be brought into the closest private location and be pumped like hell for 15 minutes. The other one looked more sophisticated and had lots of makeup on-warpaint. These were both women close to my age and you know there’s no gaming around-do you want to copulate like a couple gorillas or what? Anyway, I sat there and fantasized, what if I could pick them both up? It could be plausible but the fact is these were both mature women and one of them looked high maintenance. At any rate, I just decided to get up and go but the female attention brightened up my day. They probably weren’t interested anway and just both happened to sit near me.
One thing for certain is, coffee shops can be better pick up joints than bars. If you can pick up a woman at a coffee shop than you are a better pick-up artist because you aren’t breaking down their defenses with alchohol. I don’t claim to be a pick up artist but I have picked up women randomly before. It’s usually when I don’t even try-that’s the way my life works-if I absolutely give up and sit in the corner than things happen. If I get proactive than I tend to come on too strong and women think I am a sleaze. Anyway, if a bald guy can still go out and pick up a woman than that’s something to be proud of.
Lately my game has been off and I have been more dour than anything. I always keep hope alive in my life though. I can be a pick-up man and a point man-I have it in me. I just need to clear out some mental baggage. The key to life is -don’t sweat the small stuff. That sounds cliche but it’s always worked for me when it comes time clean up the attic. I am a person who’s good at pigeonholing things-people and things. The key is to put people where they belong and leave them there. Let the one’s go that aren’t bringing happiness into your life and open the door for the right people to appear-they will when the time is right. I need to quit telling people off because I can hurt them so bad they’ll turnaround and spread lies and rumors like it’s 8th grade-leave these people where they lie.
Well after the coffee shop I moved next door to Barnes and Nobles. I wanted to check out Stephen King’s new book which is #1 on Amazon right now. I searched through the racks to find the best one with the most perfect dust cover-stated first edition-full # line, and than I went and plopped down 21$ to buy the book. Its been a long time since I have bought a book at retail price. I got 30% off but still-21$ for a book, oh well, its better spent on a good book than buying beers. This morning I made a protective cover for the book using a grocery bag-a skill I picked up in grade school. I figure I’ll sell it for a small profit when I’m done.
I have always admired Stephen King’s writing style because he is good at portraying the psychology of his character’s in a simple, and uncluttered way. He uses the omniscient viewpoint to slowly bring in the suspense and the horror. It’s almost like he’s holding back on the details, filling the reader in slowly, preparing the reader for the shocks, twists, and eiree surprises that lurk further on in the book. The name of the book is Duma Key and I already can’t put it down. I need to get working harder on my business but at least it’s good to be distracted by a book and not something negative. I’ll be done with it in a few days anyway, maybe I’ll even finish it tonight.
Well, the rest of today I am going to spend inside; no more freezing my ass off thinking it’s sunny-this is winter fool! I am going completely underground for awhile and I am going into reclusion. I need to recharge my batteries and lately things haven’t been going well for me on an interpersonal level. I need to find my people but that is going to take change-change on many levels. Anyway-enough personal stuff and until next time……Relaxation is the key to life-go with the flow!!!!
