Popping the blog cherry

Alright, so I'm breaking down and starting a blog. But only cause some hot hoochie I'm hollering at has urged me to do so. Otherwise I'd probably be meandering around some tech website looking at gadgets that I'll probably never touch. Apparently blogging is the hot shits. Everyone is doing it. But watch, with my luck just as soon as I post my first blog it will be all over the news that blogging is out. Blogging is now lame. If you're a blogger you're as lame as condoms for retards. Ew, that was mean. Sorry retards. I meant no disrespect. Honest.

Should I admit that I am blogging from the toilet seat? Is that within the confines of proper blog etiquette? Whatever, if you don't like the smell you can leave. I don't know why you're in my bathroom anyway.

So I met an interesting girl off the interwebs today. She's the "hot hoochie" I speak of. She's not really a hoochie, or at least no evidence exists of whether or not she's a hoochie at this point. I just jest. But she is certainly a fairly interesting person. I am stoked to find out that she is actually intelligent because all people on the internet are to be considered box of rocks stupid until proven otherwise. It's incredible to find out that she even writes with proper grammar. She claimed in her profile that she would correct your grammar within five minutes if you wrote to her improperly. I conversed with her for well over five minutes and she didn't correct my grammar once. Ha ha! I love beating the odds. Fuck the system! She couldn't correct my grammar because my grammar is impeccable. Get some.

What drew me to her was that she mentioned that she liked writing, in her profile. I had been sifting through nonsense profile after nonsense profile. Profiles of girls so dumb you could spot them like a retard at a formal dinner. Oh, shit. Again, sorry retards. I didn't mean anything by that. I have no problems with retards whatsoever. I promise. They just make great analogies. Most girls are dumb though. When you write "Pink" as one of your keywords you are broadcasting to the world that your intelligence is on par with boxes full of rockses. That's why this girl jumped out at me. Let's just put it this way, if your hobbies include writing, chances are you've got more than half a brain. Writers generally aren't stupid.

That's why the spark was there though. I myself have always enjoyed writing, and I think that I might even be half ass good at it. So I figured that I would break the ice with her by talking about writing. I figured that she either wrote stupid ass poetry or maybe something sweet. Either way it was something to talk about which is the hardest part about internet dating. How do you write an email to someone and get them to even respond to you? You have to avoid the cliche and douche bag mine field that most guys fall victim to. I however, was pleasantly surprised when she introduced me to her blog. She actually writes quite well, and is fairly entertaining in the process. She even somehow made mayonnaise interesting in one of her posts. Badass.

We got to talking, and next thing I know she convinced me to make a blog. Evil ass women can get men to do whatever they want. Women run the world, I promise. But that's how I got here.

I wonder where this internet dating thing will lead to; or if it is even worth my time. Am I a complete lame ass for trying to meet chicks on the internet? I am recently single. I just got out of a 3 year relationship that was a living nightmare for the last year and a half. I haven't been single in a long time, but it feels good. It feels good to not be burdened by the negativity of the daily grind with an un-pleasable woman. But whatever, details about my ex are unimportant and boring. What is important is that the days are new again. Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end right?

Life is good.