at one point in my life, i figured out that women, no, girls prefer older guys, no, men over people their own age. i don't really remember how i figured this out or when the revelation actually came, but i remember that my reaction was ambivalent.
on the one hand, it explained a lot that i had been observing in my life, things that weren't working out for me, things that were working out for others.
on the other hand it was a real bummer because it meant that whatever i did, i had the whole history of evolution and natural selection against me. i didn't really stand the chance of a snowflake in hell.
i still believe in this concept, in this behavioral pattern. now, however, i am slowly and gradually entering the realms of what people might consider older. no, this isn't one of those midlife-crisey posts but i just observed this change in a fairly radical way. which – basically – is a pretty good thing as now the evolution seems to be on my side.
but why, dear motherfucking god why did it have to be that one? chemistry can't be that complicated, can it? can it?
and what is it with people's names anyway...
cryptic me signing of for tonight, have to either thoroughly think about that or forget all that real quick. undecided yet.
charon

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