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I've been exchanging emails with this girl in California for the last week or so. We've been talking about different things and she asked me this question last night:
As long as we are asking questions about relationships - why are all men such assholes? I think that question is right up there with what is the meaning of life.......
And here is my response:
Of course not all men are assholes just like all women are not trifling ho's.
I think there may be several reasons.
First of all, men and women are just wired differently. I'm not saying one is better than the other, I'm just saying our thought processes are completely different.
Second, I think most women are attracted to the kind of guy that is not good for them. Speaking as someone who is "like a big brother" to more women than I would like to say, I believe most women don't want the "nice" guy. I think they find them boring or they just want to be "friends". Not all women are like this but its definitely more than 50%.
I have seen so many great women date these total assholes. "Bad boys" that cheat on them every chance they get. If all you date are assholes, well of course it seems like all men are assholes.
Basically my theory is that not all men are assholes, women are just more attracted to the assholes. Women date the assholes and then tell their good friend, "I wish I could meet a guy more like you."
What the FUCK! I'm sitting right here! You've met me! (screaming inside my head!)
The asshole lover at this moment usually says as she squeezes my hand, "Your such a great friend."
ASSHOLES!
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 5:02 AM
I went to Headliner's last night to see the band Cooler. I wish I could say that the show was the best thing I ever saw but the problem is I got off work at midnight and I pulled into the parking lot just as they finished their last song. From what I heard from other people they were good but I have no first hand experience. Mark Ritcher is a guy I work with at HSA and he has been in the band scene in Louisville for a long while. The show was for their CD release party.
I saw several friends there. Of course, I usually know somebody at every bar I go to. In Louisville all bars lead to the Mag Bar at one time or another. Anyway I saw an old friend named Heidi Howe. She used to be at the Mag all of the time. Too much probably, but she has managed to straighten her life out and now has a decent start on a music career. She told me that she's been touring and things are starting to happen for her.
I told her that whenever I hear the Weezer song, Say It Ain't So, I think of Heidi because whenever that song was played on the jukebox at the Mag she would run up and jump in my lap and sing this one particular line of the song. It would be useless for me to write it out because the words didn't mean a lot. It was the inflection of the singer's voice in the song that she liked on that one particular line. She graciously chose me to sing it to each time it came on. When I was working at the Mag on a slow night and needed a break in the monotony, having a cute little girl jump in my lap and sing to me was just what I needed.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:42 AM
This has been quite a full day. Joey had a last minute, fouth of July, potluck cookout. It's kind of funny. When you try to plan something out and give everybody a weeks notice, three people show up. But if you call everyone you know and tell them that you are having a cookout in two hours, everyone will show up.
There were quite a few people over at Joey's and as far as I could tell, a good time was had by all.
I started reading James Elroy's new book, The Cold Six Thousand. So I'm going to cut this post short because I want to read.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 3:33 AM
When I got home from the bar last night this movie was just starting on AMC, its called A Face In The Crowd starring Andy Griffith.
The story is that of a country boy who suddenly finds himself thrust into a world of fame. We watch as a kind-hearted, yet damaged individual becomes corrupted by the power and ultimately turns into a demagogue, who has lost all that had made him beloved to those who knew him. A self professed man of the people who hated the people he came from. He had a sudden rise to the top and an even faster fall back to the bottom, brought on by himself and illustrated in a clever metaphor of an elevator descending from the top floor. The film was very well written and acted. Its hard to believe that this is the same man that played Sheriff Andy Taylor.
If you get a chance you need to see it.
But its after 6:30AM and I need to get some sleep.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 6:41 AM
Just a reminder... check out BaldMafia.com. I don't know how many people will find it interesting other than my friends and I, but that's what I thought about this space.
I just got a CD by Gorillaz. I really like it. At least I really like a couple of songs. My favorite is a song called Clint Eastwood. Gorillaz are sort of a mellow band with a few songs that have a rapper. I can't think of a good band to compare them to except for BV3000 and I think I may be one of the two people that bought their CD. The only reason I know someone else bought a copy was because this guy that used to work at Sparks named Richard played a song of it one night.
I don't have much else to talk about today so I'm going to let you go.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 4:48 AM
I had a good time at the Luau. Much pork and many beers were consumed by the guests. I got a few good pictures. I also videotaped some of the fireworks but when a stray bottle rocket hit a neighbors house and he came over to let us know this, the fireworks came to an end because some were worried that the cops would soon be showing up. As a matter of fact several people left right after that happened.
The cops never did show up and more beer and pork were consumed.
At the party I started thinking about things adults told me when I was a kid that were total bullshit. My Dad liked the ends of a loaf of bread and I remember him telling us kids that if you eat the heels of the bread it will make your hair curly. So, my brothers and I never ate the ends.
I also remember when I was ten years old by Aunt was living with us temporarily and I saw her in the bathroom doing her roots. I asked her what she was doing and she told me that the roots of her hair come in darker than her natural color and that she was lightening them so that they would match the rest of her hair.
I was ten and I bought this hook, line and sinker. Of course, later on in life it hit me that this was total bullshit. So a couple of years ago I mentioned this story at a family gathering and she told me that she was telling the truth. I couldn't believe it!!! She expected me to still by that story! My only guess is that she actually believed it herself. So I guess I'm not the only weird person in my family.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 5:02 AM
First, I want to remind everyone of the Luau today. It should be a good time and it sounds like everyone James knows will be there.
Secondly, I have finally put something up in my other domain. BaldMafia.com. I bought the site a little while ago when I got a good deal through work to get the domain name and get space very cheap. With BaldMafia.com I wanted to have a space where several of my close friends could talk about whatever they felt like. I know Ted, Charlie and I have had several e-mail debates. I want to post links to news stories that I think are interesting. I want my friends to be able to post funny stories if they want. I want to let people find their voice and do something a little creative if they want and anyone who want to eavesdrop is more than welcome.
I have had so many people that have moved from Louisville and say that the only way they keep in touch with what is going on around here is through my webpage. I try to tell the good stories but sometimes my memory is for shit and some things just get by me. I hope you enjoy it. Check out BaldMafia.com.
Third and lastly, I'm going to tell a story Jeff told me last night. Because he hasn't signed up yet to BaldMafia.com.
News of the weird.
He was leaving the bar Friday night, stone sober because he partied to much Thursday night. He got in his car and soon realized that someone had tried to steal it. The steering column was all beat up. Someone had tried to steal his 1986 Chevrolet Celebrity. heheheh
He was talking to a police officer and the officer asked him if anything else was missing.
Jeffery smiled and said, "No, but he left something behind."
The officer, "What was that?"
Jeffery, "His cellphone."
The officer took the phone, turned it on and said, "I'll just keep this right here."
This dumbass had tried to still a piece of shit 1986 Chevrolet Celebrity and when he gave up, he left his cellphone behind.
Brilliant!
Oops, I forgot to mention one other thing. I posted the new Babe of the Month.
Good Night, Good Morning, whatever.
MrQuick 5:32 AM
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