back from my game, attempting to unwind

I have these disturbing visions, now and then, an inevitable consequence of the fact that I am a 'loser' and can't get girls, a chronic, transcendent, overwhelming lonliness, driving me to the brink of complete mental collapse, wishing I were a duck happily floating and quacking about Green Lake. Flash back to Yesterday, sitting in the back of a Jeep, bathed in a glow of fresh inebriation and unspent testosterone (an inevitable consequence of having been in row 2 at a Sonics game, with a clear view of the nubile young flesh wrapped tantilizingly in skin-tight "leather" also known as the Sonics dancers) listening to the tales of lays gone by, or given up because of an obtrusive "commitment," further tales of groping make-out sessions in the back of parents' Chevy Suburbans, and me, sitting there impotently, wishing I had Something to contribute (this one time, in bellingham...). Today I saw 10,000 (maybe more, but not necessarily on streets of cobblestone, mind you) Fine Young Men, a typical cross section of What's Good About America, the idiotic, the Committed, the Desirable, the Noteworthy, the "Succesful," the Comfortably Numb, and they were all holding their Pricks, waiting and hunting and drooling for the next moist crack to slam it into. Islands of hungry Males, like galaxies of the Horny drawn in by a Black Hole of Loviness, the center of these clusters being objects of immaculate Beauty, the most desirable of which drawing in the most reckless.

We all have our Weaknesses, but the point is our true Beauty is supposed to shine through, and draw in those we Truly want surrounding us. It's too bad it so rarely actually works that way.