Tuesday, August 29, 2006

A repost from myspace.
From the only Reggie from SoCal with a penguin as a profile pic.

And then there's coffee.

Which is a blatant reference to the single's offer, "Would you like some coffee?"
Which is more or less a condensed version of, "Would you like to come into my house/apartment/motel room/etc. and pillage my body like a one man viking raiding party and than have some coffee together when we eventually wake up the next morning?"

Point of this post, I've turned down offers of coffee.
My apologies to those that have offered.
Although greatly appreciated, and very tempting, I do have a couple valid reasons.
At least in my mind's eye.

I. Morals.
I had an upbringing heavily influenced by Filipino Catholic values and a heapload of Disney movies.
This lead me to want to be celibate until marriage.
After the masterful tease that was my last ex, I've learned that in being a mid 20's male, this is steadily becoming more and more unrealistic.
I've come to a compromise in personal beliefs in that a deep emotional connection is needed 'fore I venture to home base.
If anything, it'll involve a strong commitment should either one of us goof.

Would I want to spend the rest of my life with this person?
Fun question to ask yourself.

II. I feel like I'd be cheating you.
Granted, I did manage to burn off a good 40-50lbs. of realtionship fat off over the past year.
I still feel like I'm cheating all of the interested parties out there.
Like the reality doesn't match up to the fantasy.

Give me another month, should have more mus-kles by than.
If anything, maybe I'll bypass my morals, put my tools to work, and switch to manwhore status.

Who knows?
Because to the people that know me on a personal basis, when you think Reggie, you think "Manwhore."
Not to mention "Attitude."

Yup.

Current Brain Age: 20
The Random Quote:
"My bed sucks, can I sleep in yours?" - Anonymous

Friday, August 25, 2006

So I managed to get a slight tear in my calf muscle on my left leg a few weeks back.
How you ask?
In the most manliest way possible.
Stretching in my bed after waking up.

I hate pulling a calf muscle, one of the worst pains in the world.
To emphasize the point, I did it again, at about the same time, the next weekend, with the calf muscle on my right leg.
Think that one's fine.

Apparently, I have lots of attitude.
I might not know it, but I have lots of attitude.
According to one disgruntled parent.
Would it help if I spoke with a softer voice?
Good ol' retail.
Wednesday was probably the only "bad day" I've ever had on the job.
The way that day was going, I was expecting to get mugged while picking up my father from the LAX.
Right after a full shift.

It's all gouda though.
Standing at 6'2, the LAX international arrivals area makes me feel REALLY tall.
I've also learned that if I wear my "I Like Penguins" version 2.0 t-shirt, I'm going to be stopped by random people for help with the payphones.

Should be more posts headed your way.
At least once a week.
Unless I get distracted again.

Things to write about:
-Blind dates
-Late night "activities"
-Tips on stalking me
-Weddings

Current Brain Age: 20
The Random Quote:
"I've been going out with you for about a year now. In my mind." - Jamie Foxx