Fat b***hes

I started wondering the other day if people have gotten fatter.
I used to be a regular at a club here in town until the place “died” in the competition. They renovated the place and it seems to have started attracting people again so I went there last weekend. I noticed how many overweight people there were in the place. Honestly I don’t think there were so many a few years ago. It is indeed a sad trend. I can’t understand why some people so fiercely claim that we live in a society obsessed with appearance while at the same time you can listen to the news and hear that 50% of the population is overweight. Seems to me like it would be the other way around; that we live in a society obsessed with being unhealthy tubs of lard.

From one thing to the other…
I have noticed something interesting about myself. When I am in a relationship I tend to stay pretty much the same. If I were a fish it would be the equivalent of me resting on the ocean floor. However, when I am single I enter into long periods of self-exploration and experimentation. When I go out I am almost freakishly social. I write songs and contemplate philosophy. I buy new clothes and grooming products…it’s almost like I am renovating myself…slapping on a new coat of paint so that I’ll find another potential buyer…On the other hand I also take naps in the middle of the day, walk around in my underwear, cook food naked (I do that because I often cook food after I have showered when I have been working out), watch a lot of tv and of course play with my one eyed snake. So I guess you could say that it’s both good bits and bad bits. But I still feel that I am growing more as a person when I am single. Maybe I just haven’t met the right girl yet…which brings me to my next topic.

I saw a chick in town during my lunch break that I had seen in the club two weeks ago. She didn’t even notice me today but that weekend she was looking pretty intensely at me…okay I am not 100% sure that it was her..could have been some other girl. The one I saw in the club was something else though. Blond little number, eyes that could kill you and sweet as candy..hell, I don’t even remember if she had big boobs or not and THAT is saying a lot since everyone knows I am a hardcore boob-man. Why I didn’t talk to her if she was so special? Well, you see, I had another thing going at the time…Still, I am pretty sure I will see her again…

That is one of the things I love about this town. It’s so god awful small that you are bound to run into people again at some point or another, unless they are only visiting in which case I wouldn’t want to date them anyway. If you see someone in a club you can bet your ass that you will see them again. If not in that particular club then in another one or in the street or as a cashier at a supermarket. Hell, you might even see someone who reads your blog as you are exiting a local bookstore. If I lived in the city of New York where there are millions of people I could probably go a whole lifetime without meeting that one person again.