I’ve been in a pretty bad mood most of this week, largely triggered by a rejection from the first girl I genuinely liked for months, and I’ve been struggling to be cheerful or positive generally. I’ve still kept plugging away at the things that I know I should be doing, but without much enthusiasm.
This morning, I had to travel to the head office of the company for which I work for a meeting with some other members of my team. Since it’s a much larger building, there are far more departments based over there by way of contrast with the bunch of nerds I usually have to endure from 9 to 5. This includes the PR team, which as expected includes a lot of women.
Within 5 minutes of being over there, I had seen two genuine 9 out of 10s. Stunning women, great bodies, well dressed, and sexy. The effect was like snorting a line of MDMA. I instantly became animated, excited and extroverted, lifted out of my bad mood, and bubbling over with enthusiasm for life. I was 3-deep in my geek squad, so I didn’t get the chance to speak to them before they’d walked past unfortunately.
It made me realise how few genuinely hot women there are in the UK, or at least just not to my tastes. I get down on myself, thinking that the problem is with me, that I have unrelastically high standards, or there’s something wrong with my libido because I never meet girls who pass the boner test. But then I’ll see women like this, and I realise it’s not me – there’s just very few women around here who genuinely excite me with their beauty. My type tends to be olive-skinned, feminine, sexy brunettes – I think a trip to South America may be in order soon…