Echo

Amber (www.ambernicole.blogspot.com) posted about a blind date in which, at the end of the night, the guy told her that she was awesome and the funniest person he’d ever met, but then goes on to tell her that he doesn’t want to see her again, citing:

when a guy gets to be his age (28, only three years older than i) they become very selective, and know exactly what they want and don’t want.

Amber was initially shocked but then appreciated his honesty and thought it showed his good nature and character.

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FUCK THAT!

The guy is a narrow-minded, shallow, cowardly dick who was too scared to get to know you as a person. Because if you were as cool as he thought, he wouldn’t have minded getting to know you possibly as a friend or acquaintance, rather than saying that he never wanted to see you again. He sounds really insecure. He probably went on one date with you, realized how much more charismatic, witty and intelligent you were than him, and rather than saying, I can appreciate her qualities or admitting, I think I’m intimidated by her, he lied to himself and said, she’s not my type. [because she makes my penis feel small]. That’s why he didn’t want to explore this anymore at all with you. If you just weren’t his type (ie The One), he would still be willing to hang out, or at least put that out there. He doesn’t want to see you at all, stating high and mighty bullshit about marriage and selectivity to make himself feel better. I can’t remember which comedian said this, but let me modify this line to serve my purposes: Amber, I would never hit a coward, but I sure as hell will SHAKE the shit out of him!

Dumbass.

Through all my dating experiences, the one thing that I’ve realized to be a dealbreaker across the boards is insecurity. Now don’t get me wrong, we’re all human and no one is 100% confident all the time. Also, arrogance is just the disgusting, aggressive defense mechanism of inner insecurity so that’s the ugly end of the dog, too. But a guy who knows and appreciates his own qualities enough to be able to appreciate other people’s, rather than being afraid of anyone who is in any way better than him, is so much more attractive and so much more FUNCTIONAL to be around, be it in a friendship or relationship. There’s probably more insecure scrub than guys with healthy confidence out there, but it’s nothing to get down about. The good ones are out there and they’re great people and worth it. At the end of the day, the others aren’t even worth wasting your time spinning your head over.

Not to bring it back to “Room Raiders,” but…

So one thing that pissed me off about the show. This Playboy jackass explains to the two girls he didn’t choose why he didn’t choose them. Both of them blubber out defenses as they’re leaving, saying they just want him to know blah blah blah. What pissed me off was, YOU GIRLS SHOULDN’T CARE WHAT THE FUCK THIS GUY THINKS. They could totally tell when they went through his room that he was a vapid personality.

If I were one of them, I would have left saying, “Yeah…maybe I sleep in footed pink one-piece pajama suits on a cot in my parents room surrounded by stuffed unicorns and I collect Magik cards and have a shrine dedicated to Aaron Carter, but I don’t fucking care what you think of me because you’re a big fucking cheesedick loser.” I hated that these girls were apologizing to this stupid guy when they obviously seemed cooler than him.

So the problem with rejection is just ego. Whenever you get turned down, you go nuts because of the rejection. But you have to try to keep in perspective who is turning you down. If you’re a cool girl, then chances are, he was some little person who couldn’t handle you and wasn’t good enough for you in the first place. Good thing he didn’t stick around to bring you down!

Friday night, I went to the Max/Dave/Rebecca/Cody birthday party. These guys all have birthdays in the same week so we lump them together every year. This is the big party each year where U of M film people come out and have a little reunion. It used to be the Max/Dave/Rebecca/Rob Party, but Rob moved to New York recently, and since Cody just moved here and has a birthday in the same week, she took his place.

We went to Boardwalk 11 which is a karoake bar in Culver City. There was another birthday group made up of middle-aged people who obviously had boring day jobs, because they were horribly offkey and stiff onstage and rowdy as fuck offstage. Ran into most of the film/video kids and it’s always great to see them. AD asked if I was still getting my uncle’s Lakers tickets (16 rows up, center court…AMAZING. He sometimes gives me the Lakers/Warriors games which is really nice). AD starts getting excited, talking about “remember that one game…do you remember who it was against…I think it was Seattle, yeah…anyway, remember when Vin Baker was still on Seattle so that was during his ‘euphoric’ state and he gets fouled with a few seconds left, but he makes one of them but misses the other but then jumps and grabs the rebound and makes a slam dunk to force it into overtime and they eventually won, which was awesome because I thought the Lakers and Kobe would win and I was like, fuck, I hate the fucking Lakers, but then it was awesome when they lost?”

I think he’s drunk, so I’m like, “Was that a recent game?” AD says, “No, it was probably a few years ago.” I say, “I don’t think I saw it.” AD says, “You WENT to the game. You took me and we sat in your uncle’s seats.” I say, “I took you to a Lakers game? We’ve been to a basketball game together before?” AD kind of looks at me funny and says,”Yeah.” I’m going through my whole brain but I have no recollection whatsoever of ever going to this game with him so I just joke, “I must smoke too much crack.” I was kind of embarrassed. It’s such a weird feeling to have no recollection of something that had happened. In the same way it feels weird when you meet people and they swear you know each other but you can’t place them.

Max H. showed up and I haven’t seen him in years. We were so happy to see each other, big goofy grins and everything, but as usual, he acted uncomfortable and aloof so then I got uncomfortable and left to talk to other people. Finally, he comes over and we’re talking and I’m thinking, yeah, I’ve miss this guy but it’s always so awkward and it stresses me out. It’s mostly because he’s really shy and it makes me really shy and then we’re both aware of how awkward it is. But it was so good to see him and he says he’s shooting a lot so that’s really good. Oh, he’s the guy in my Match.com commercial. He’s great to work with and I hope we work together again soon. Great person.

I tried taking pictures but my camera’s battery crapped out, so I missed capturing any drunken debauchery. But then again, the worst of it was just when Cody and Josh went up and did Freedom 90 by George Michael and we thought she might take off her top. The party was pretty lowkey. And I didn’t drink at all so that took one drunken instigator out of the equation.

On Saturday, I watched Kill Bill, then went and saw Kill Bill 2. AMAZING. I love these movies. I like when she spanks the Yakuza guy with her sword in the first one, and I like the Uma Thurman/Darryl Hannah fight scene in the second one. And Quentin uses music so incredibly well. I dig that.

Sunday, I went out to lunch at Toast with Brian, Colin and Martin. We sat next to Marko Jaric of the Clippers, and Brian kept commenting on Marko’s hair. Permanent bedhead. Those in LA, get the red velvet cupcakes at Toast. I’m not a cupcake person, but they’re awesome there. Afterwards, I went down to Venice Beach and just walked around, looking at the art. Some guy drew a little sketch of me and gave me breasts bigger than my head. I wasn’t very impressed. Went over to that guy who sells propaganda fliers by the bathrooms to read that one he’s got about how Asian men have magical penii. It cracks me up.