Xpinionated

So I go to my favorite drinking hole last night and meet up with several of my fellow lushes. There is one lush in particular, we’ll call him Scott (’cause that’s his name), who feels that he must try his best to talk trash to me. Unfortunately, he’s not very good at the art of verbal sparring. Even worst, he thinks he is. And even worst than that, he feels the need to display his ineptitude publicly, presumably in front of the female gender.

He begins displaying his lack of creativity last night and, unfortunately for him, I was in a zone. There was nothing he could say that I didn’t have some kind of comeback for. His inebbriated state of mind didn’t help him either. You know, I joked that man about everything he stands for just about and when I tried to stop he would continue to egg me on. It was almost like he was asking for self punishment. I felt bad for a good two, maybe three minutes….

Check out my website. Link is to the left. I haven’t messed with it in a long time but I plan to get back to editing it and bringing it up to date a little bit more.

I suppose it is time I tell a little about myself.

I’m male, 27 years old, 28 in a couple of days. I am in the information technology industry. I’m quite sexy when I want to be (if I say so myself, and I just did). I have a wonderful girlfriend that you have already made acquaintances with in an earlier blog. I drink and I smoke. I grew up near the beach but never went to it. Now that I live in Atlanta, I kind of miss having the beach around really.

I am a Laker fan, first and foremost. Then, I am a VT Hokie fan. Lastly, I am a Washington Redskin fan. I think baseball sucks. Actually I don’t even think it is a sport. Anything you can chew tobacco and play at the same time is not a sport. Any activity where the ‘leader’ only plays once every five or six games is not a sport. Any activity where the entire game can be played twice in a single day is not a sport. To me, sport implies physical exertion to the point of exhaustion and inability to make said exertion again once initial exertion has been completed. Any activity where the playing field changes sizes based on a city’s whim is not a sport. Any activity where a player is special if he is 40 percent (batting .400) successful in something that he’s done his entire life is not a sport. Okay, that last one wasn’t the best example. Anyway, baseball is a pasttime, maybe the national pasttime, but still only a pasttime. Much like checkers….

Good readers, welcome! My heathen week has ended (not that you knew it had started) and my gal has returned home from her vacation.

In any case, feel free to send your comments to xdavis25@charter.net. I forgot to mention that earlier. Eventually (read: when I get around to it), I will put a comment tracker on here and some other things that are feedback related. But for now, send email.

I don’t feel like talking about interracial relationships for the moment so let’s focus our energy on . . . . relationships as a whole. Why are women crazy? Why does the gentler sex have such a vivid loss of reality sometimes?

Seriously, I cannot understand what females are thinking half of the time. I know, I know, the female readers will say men are crazy. But that’s garbage. Men can explain very logically why they do what they do or did what they did. Women, on the other hand, will start to explain but then travel so many freakin’ tangents that by the time they have finished their explanation, you are completely unaware of the initial topic and weary of asking for fear of starting her up again.

Why do interracial relationships make others outside the relationship so angry? It’s kind of funny actually. The fact that who I date, or rather the race of who I date, can change a person’s mood. I’m not trying to be the holier than thou narrator. I have been on both sides of the coin. In college (VA TECH), I basically refused to date white women. I spent most of my time in a predominantly white environment being considerably prejudiced. After college, I moved to Atlanta, the new chocolate city, and fell for a white woman. How ironic. I wasn’t looking for a white woman nor is my preference limited to strictly white women. I was simply into L-Boogie and that is what drove, and continues to drive our relationship. Why is that so hard to understand?