Guys named Chad

Alright, now among my travels I have met many different people, who have several different backgrounds, and different life experiences. Drug dealers, pimps, pushers, arsonists, felony rapists, car jackers, hookers, druggies, and guys named Chad. But I realized this week, I have not met anyone whose had an abortion. Isn't that weird?

They say its all different when you're forced with an unexpected abortion. Maybe you're a teenager. Or maybe you've been raped, and later find out you're pregnant. Maybe you were at the laundromat and you sat on someone's squirt-shirt and you decided to- whatever. Either way you're expecting and changes are a-coming.

And does this not only affect your entire way of life. But it also changes the fathers. And your parents, and siblings, etc. It changes your career aspirations, relationships, possibly some schooling.

Now even if some of us weren't planned, as our parents would have wished, but we all still made it out of the womb. Unscathed? Let's hope so. Let's let the character building begin.

Now, I think its time for me to be a "jerk". Haha, I love that word. Only because it's such a stereotypical 90's teenager girl thing to say about a boy whose not treating her fairly. "What a jerk!" Priceless. Okay, so along with my lifelong bachelorhood, and my committment to aspiring to a level of singledom that surpasses all others.

Now I have met a ton of single mothers. Hundreds if not dozens. Now what that tells me is that for every single mother out there, there is a deadbeat dad, who's walking around enjoying the splendors of his singlehood, and fucking everything that will let him. Literally consequence free. All while one woman, who has been left with a life-changing miracle.

Let's give him the benefit of the doubt. He tried to make things work, maybe let this baby be the beacon of the entire relationship. No matter the fighting, or weeklong silent treatments. He stuck it out, until the mother got fed up and gave him the boot.

Now that means with every relationship she pursues, or enters after that moment, she now has 'excess baggage.' If that's what you wanna call it. It's very much like an STD. Once she has it, she has it for life. But she also has to change her priorities in her life to take care of this child. The fruit of her loins. (sidenote: 'new baby smell' does smell a lot like a womb-juice.)

Okay, lets not get too off course. You would be surprised how, at my age, its getting more and more difficult to meet other single people, without children. Maybe to grab a cup of coffee. Or take a roadtrip for the weekend. Or even to meet a girl my age, who has been a, "Good girl". I hate saying that because having a child shouldn't be a burden. It should be a miracle. Not a mistake.

So now if I do meet some cute, single mother. Maybe she's the woman of my dreams. But she has kids. So now I'm forced to choose between a woman of lesser 'caliber', or else help raise some other asshole's kid. Does this seem fair?

Okay fuck it. Now I'm going to rant off once again about a concept I've been working on for about 4 to 5 years. Now I know the being a bachelor isn't about having a lot of sex with random strangers, and only being tied down in the most literal sense of the word.

There's no sex in heaven because sex is the only reason for procreation. I just realized this a few months back, and I felt kinda bummed out. Ideally, that means you should have sex as much, and as often as you can in this life. One of the drawbacks to sex is STD's, VD's (I think they are the same thing, but since I'm not a doctor, I really dont have a whole lot invested in this concept), and pregnancy.

Now I am a true believer that most people shouldn't be allowed to have children. Don't stop reading. I think every male at the age of puberty should be sterilized. And only once in a fully-committed, monogamous relationship should they be considered for conception and the male would be de-sterilized. Now this wouldn't be a government run program. Because they are nothing but a bunch of puppets for the mega-rich. More on that later.

Now this would clear up any, and all possible paternity suits. Sexual diseases would still exist. But no unwanted babies. I've known a lot of people who just shouldn't be parents. They are unbalanced, crazy, negligent, addicted to drugs/alcohol/dane cook, etc. Maybe they are just racist. Doesn't matter.

The way it is now a days, is everyone can have kids, and a lot of people who want children, can't. Maybe without all the foster homes, or orphanages, abortion clinics, paternity suits, maternity suits, child support cases, we'd have more money to invest in cures for other diseases. Aids, cancer, genital warts, guys named Chad, or any other ambisexual names for guys (courtney, lindsay, ashley, jody, elliot, leigh, cameron, chris, jesse, drew, kelly, morgan, taylor, stacey, reilly, randy) Maybe together we can eliminate all these names from our children's future. And why would anyone give their daughter a masculine boy's name like Leslie? DUDE! Come on. Get your heads out of your ass.

Sex is a sacred act. I understand this. Why don't more guys understand this? It's shit when you think about it. No glove, no love. Girls, we expect more from you. It's all up to you. Protect yourself, and everyone around you. Because when it comes down to it, you are the gatekeepers of sex. It's that decision that should be on your shoulders, not your cankles. Write that down.

Now that that's out of my system. I really should get going. Until next time, Don't forget to miss me.

Let's get in there and start throwin' some dick!

It's me again. After living in our Nation's Capital for over a month now, I had come realize that the women in this town are so much more promiscuous than I had assumed. I know, I know. With my reputation I should be happy about this. But you know what it feels like? I just bought a video game, and before I had the chance to get the feel of it, someone used the cheat codes, and now to finish the game, all I need to do is show up. This isn't any fun. Where's the challenge?

I say that only to say this. I have been a bachelor for most of my sexual career. Most of you know this already. Now, I like to think I've changed and evolved. Learnt from past experiences, and grew with each rejection. Overcame some of my old fears, and discovered some new ones. Like a video game, theres always new challenges.

I have grown as a dick-swinging bachelor. I know who I am. I know where I come from. And there's confidence in that. I don't claim to have, "Game". Because I don't use any gimmicks, or tactics. Nothing I do or say comes from a script, and I rehearse nothing. It's just me. Out there amongst a sea of eligiable women and girls.

One way I have grown is by not associating myself with married, or otherwise attached women. You remember one of those ways I told you Ottawa's female population was promiscuous? Yeah. Most of the women, and or girls I've spoken to, who seems somewhat interested, were dating or committed to someone else.

For the most part, this wouldn't have bothered me, but I realized that I am not looking to waste my honed skills as a bachelor, on some floozy. Really when I go out, I'm only looking for a few things. A cool place to chill out and have a few drinks. A wide selection of possible strangers to chat up. And the makings of a crazy story that I can go away with.

Now I've said it before and I'll keep saying it. If it were all about sex I know who I can call. Sex is one of the things I do well. It's one of my skills. But to make a connection with someone. A good looking someone. Now, I know for a fact that theres no such thing as a perfect 10. In the scale of objectifying women, I can't say that I have ever came across a woman so down to earth, and has a banging body. That's an adjective.

I don't believe in the perfect 10. As far as beauty goes, I'm not sure it's all on the inside. I give 2 points to the inside. So if a woman has a killer body, curves in all the right places, and takes pride in her appearance, she gets an 8. The other two points comes down to her personality.

Now the only reason I suggest beauty isn't all on the inside is because its whats on the inside that propels us to how we portray ourselves on the outside. It comes down to what our priorities are. Do we like vintage clothing? Are we too busy with kids, and work to get our nails done? How committed are we to our bodies? This all dictates how we conduct ourselves in any and all situations. So you find someone with a good personality, a great body, and no excessive emotional baggage, and you're getting somewhere.

I like to think that I've put more than enough thought and effort into the way I conduct myself in public. I would be selling myself short if I were to go jump in and out of bed with a beavy of women, and girls. Am I wrong? If I could advocate this to future generations, I'd be a happy dude. Like, "Hitch" without the creepy stalking, and formula for love. But I have yet to find a like minded individual that shares my optimism, and yearns for a better way to meet a plethora of strangers, as well as strange people.

I have so much more to write about, but I have to get this day started. Keep on checkin' in, as I will be writing some more within the next few days. Don't forget to miss me.