Resurfacing

I've been quiet lately, but not for a lack of doing things. Actually, quite the opposite, which is the problem. I had an exam in my Western Civ History class Tuesday morning and a paper due in my Philosophy 380 class today. I would leave it at that and allow you to think that means I've been really busy, but that'd be a downright lie. Instead of studying and writing my paper like I should have been, I've allowed the stress of the combined exam and paper to shut me down mentally and I've procrastinated to no end, not able to get motivated about really anything.

However, I got even more practice with my techniques through the miracle of Facebook. Davidson convinced me that I should grow some balls and finally contact Sam after not talking to her for three or so years. I thought she hated me for the things that happened the summer after High School and I especially didn't want to upset her after Brandon died.

Well, I finally decided to post a generic wall post asking her how things were and I was pleasantly surprised to find myself wrapped up in a wall conversation with her. For two or three days straight, our news feeds were saturated with each others' wall posts and it was really nice. I was pleased to find out that she indeed did not hate me and I was silly for thinking that she did in the first place. We talked about school and life and most of all about relationships, all the while while I was practicing the essential technique of shutting the hell up (or at talking as little as possible to keep the conversation going and not kill it immediately.)

I talked to my cousin about possibly creating a school in which to teach these techniques, a Brotherhood of sorts. Surprisingly (though not surprising in retrospect), he was violently opposed to such an idea. He said that if I ever revealed these techniques to anyone, there would be trouble. I wasn't sure if I should take that as a veiled threat or if he was speaking about the competition we would have for women then, so I just felt it was safer to assume both.

He's right, of course, it would provide for more competition for us. I disagree, however, that it would be a bad thing. This shows the essential differences in our philosophies. I believe that the reason I am trying to excell at romance is to make it more of a challenge for other men by raising women's expectations. I am hoping that by doing this, the standard of romance will rise and it will become something treasured as it should be. In that respect, I want to teach other men how to treat women better so that I can raise the playing field more efficiently. I guess that I'm hoping that in turn, women will treat men with more respect as they are respected more and the whole of the human race will become better. I know, they're stupidly grand and disillusioned ideas, but I just can't help myself. I think that he sees it as a threat, but i'm not sure why. I don't know anyone who's had as much success with women (if you can call it that) as him.

I guess I'll find out one day. For now though, I'll keep my mouth shut.