Today I realized one thing. I would enjoy the hot chicks on the nice summer days. I would fall for a girl by first sight. I would think about someone all day long. I would stare into her eye with the biggest mystery and love. I would snuggle & flirt like there is no one around. But, I would never go after a girl like a mad man being chased by a god damn fucking dog. Why? Pride. Man pride. Maaaaaan, it’s man pride!!!! I have too much of that shit. I am one proud bastard. I am not saying it's a bad thing; it helped me on numerous occasions. On the other hand, my pride screwed me up in “no time”.

Let’s say I am meeting someone, not just someone, a girl and guess what when the date is fucking late? I get pissed offfffff, why? Pride, man, pride. And even better, when they don’t show up or bring up some fucked up shitty reason not to show up, in my little brain I understand: that’s a simple rejection baby! Even when they tell me that they are extremely sorry and sorry for all the trouble, I assume it’s a total failure and an unacceptable misunderstanding. Oh my pride! Is that a big deal? Am I letting the hottest of the chicks pass by me because of my man pride? Hmmm, maybe, but not really, I still get plenty to keep me entertained. It’s just because of my pride I did let go the people I actually cared for, and I still do the same thing for the people I actually kind of “like”.

I don’t lack the ability to “trap” or reach someone’s heart, but I do lack the patience and dexterity to make a smart move. Thanks to my pride! Why not, even the gays have pride… Pride me, pride you!