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Tuesday, Aug. 09, 2005|12:06 a.m.
Am I destined to be single forever?I am pretty sure if you look 'social retard' up in a psychology book, you would probably find my name - as in: See Ramblin' Bill. (Okay, you'd probably find my real name - but why start typing my real name here now?)
I am not a social retard in every situation - as I've documented here, it's usually just when I like a woman and she seems to like me.
I am great during the flirting stage... I can be funny, smart, etc. For some reason though, once there seems to be potential though, I seem to fall apart.
Most people would say that when there is potential it's the perfect time to feel comfortable. But not me... That's the perfect time to start to panic.
What pisses me off is that I am not sure why I seem to freak out.
Is it because I am afraid she won't like me when she gets to know me? Am I afraid that I won't really like her? Is it some combination of both, or is it something entirely different? Fuck, I don't know.
What I do know is that I get afraid of silence - but also afraid to say something stupid.
For anyone who doesn't know me - I say lots of stupid things - mainly because stupid things make me laugh... (see pretty much any other entry for proof of that.) So to be afraid to say something stupid is... well, pretty stupid.
Tonight I started to panic so I ended a phone conversation after about 5 minutes. If I were her I wouldn't want to deal with this shit.
So tomorrow night we're going to see a concert - here's to hoping I snap out of this strange thing and can just be myself.
Now this is comedy at it's best, isn't it?
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Onto something else - I thought this story was pretty funny...
Police: Man's Testicles Locked In Padlock
"According to the Portsmouth Herald, police reported that the 39-year-old man was intoxicated when they arrived at the scene on July 30 at about 3:40 a.m. The man, who was not identified, told them that he had the padlock around his testicles for two weeks.
The man said that a friend put the lock on while he was drunk and passed out. When he woke up, the friend was gone.
I've heard of cock block before, but cock lock? Ouch.
