Last night

We all sat down in the usual fashion, legs in and under, backs straight, encompassing an entie room. We sat around it. There was a few of them I knew, reasons to why I came, well according to them it was anyway, but we all have own motives... To follow my own procedure, I scanned the line for any potentials. I mean who am I to miss an opportunity, that is why I'm in this situation, cause I ride my opportunities until they are throwing up in a random house, and you figure out you actually aren't going to participate in that threesome anymore.
But I wasn't after the same goals any more, I had changed the posts, they moved from an AFL scale, down to a cricket stump. That is the kind of change I'd figured. But you know if I happened to wonder in on some situation in which I would experiment with some willing individuals, who would I be? Who really would I be? I don't know who I am, so the questions are all open in every way.
And that is precisely where this goes, I know I've thought about things for a while, I mean I've come close. To sit down and wonder into thought completely, that you come out thinking gay. People always think I'm gay, 'cause I'm always understanding women. I mean they aren't that difficult. What's that, you want attention? And... that it is, everything stems from 'they want attention', and they want you to fight to give them that. They put up barriers, and you give them attention for it, and they like you before you know it. They can even fall in love with their own ideas if you leave enough mystery to your answers, and then before you know it, they love 'you' for the most general sense of 'you'. An abled body, who gives them attention. I guess they confuse their wants with reality, and hoping and all that disney hog wash they were fed as children. The actuality of what my brothers and I were raised on has made us down to earth, logical, even mechanical. But they need that in a partner, opposites attract. You might not see it all the time, cause some women are crazy, they are always just blowing out, privately of course, like a secret shame they don't want society to be aware of. That is why I figure it as my duty to tell my mates, when it happens, so they know that women are like this, and that they know I'm not in the wrong when I begin to move on before I've completely broken things off with 'the crazy'. They begin because there is always some annoyance they can't let go of. But before and after, they are all smiles. Rays of sunshine into your life, that is what people refer to them as. But if a girl is all sunshines, chances are, she either is intellectually challenged, or she never really loved you anyway...
The things life teaches you when you notice things. I know things we learn can't be applied to everything, like how nothing can go faster then the speed of light, but every few years you hear about how something is faster, so you know what they do, they increase the speed of light. Apply that logic to my thoughts, I know you aren't meant to like qualities, but maybe I'll just loosen the definition of qualities.. That's how life is, terms and concepts are fluid, you decide on the quality, the purpose and the outcome of what something is.
A chair, is a chair because you sit on it, but I sit on many things, so it is called a chair because it is made with the intention to be sat on. But a few things are made to be sat on. So can someone explain to me what a chair is?
Cause life is like that chair, or whatever an idea of a chair is, but this is all doing one under of me.

But back to my night in a circle... I spot a young thing looking at me, but then quickly looks down smiling, and turns her attention towards the source of noise. As usual she has already done the check out before I've even had a chance, and has been watching to see if I notice her too. So do I ignore that and completely go for the hotter friend next to her, which happens to be the source of the noise, but in doing so there are higher risks of ending up with nothing. Or do I attend to the attentional needs of this lady of whom is of a greater success rate. I don't know who reads this, but I don't know if you have ever been in a situation of choice like this. Where the oppositions are testing, and you really look at yourself from the inner, and think, what in life do you aim to achieve..
Being a chick, if she likes you a little, then she'll obsess a lot. That is women, in my experience, anyway. But the chances are if I'm 'searching for a soulful companion' (and don't worry, I don't exactly say that to girls, they like it better if your not good with touchy-feely stuff, but your heartfelt enough to realize they cause these feelings). I'll find one in the submissive female, who looks away and smiles, waits patiently enough for someone to notice her, while in the circle, I've already heard the hotter friend yell things. If I'm looking for a wild night I think she would be it.. That friend I now see, has had two drinks in a few moments, laughs louder then anyone and is not over opinionated, yet, but you know she would be, especially if she thinks people want to hear her laugh echo the ages. But the quiet one, is still quaint. Still looking around, still looking down. She isn't getting drunk, she is still obsessing over how people are perceiving her, acting like she is accidentially that awkward and shy, but you know, when you can represent yourself as well as she, she doesn't actually doubt herself for a second.
Fuck, now that I think about it, from the lack of interaction with the group, and an increase of sly glances, in my direction in which, are purposefully obvious. Girls like that have a much higher subtly then I should be able to pick up on. I mean it was clumsy of her, to have even have been spotted by me. But fuck, thinking about it. I don't even think it would be a hit and wonder, I think it would be a number and wonder. So looks like if I'm interested in something now, this evening, this lifetime even, I'm going for the out-going friend. I deffs am not in the mood, to screw around and only end up with a number, when I could push on all night with the friend and get lucky too.

So there we all are, standing up after my lead and wondering over, as the quiet one nudges so subtly under the table the loud friend about faces, both anticipating my arrival, and I make eye contact with the out-going girl for the first time. I don't hear birds sing, and eyes don't shape themselves into hearts. I just mentally tick a little box, and then watch her face to see if her expressions give the same impression. By now, the quiet one should have noticed I'm not looking to greet her first. Which for chicks is the bane of their existence, competition for attention, over each other. Probably why this one worked out so quiet, always being around this louder one.
We speak the usual greetings asking how their night is and shit I know they like to talk, but I don't take it in, because it falls into that category of information your brain forgets when you sleep cause it is useless for the living of the rest of your life. So to cut the middle man, I just don't listen from the start, I actually scout out my mates, as I am leaning into the girl's personal space, giving the impression like I want to hear it. But then when my reply doesn't satisfy, I cover with, 'Oh, wait what did you say? I couldn't hear you over the music'. She replies with a face of annoyance in saying "My friend wants to know the name of the friend with the beard, while I want to know the name of the friend with flat cap."
So fuck women, who needs them anyway. When you think you know one, when you are one, and still they don't want a piece of you, all they have on their minds is how to get dick. Insensitive fucks.