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I
have received a fair amount of complaints from fans (I suppose)
who think I'm devoting way too much attention to one particular
weakness of mine. I understand that this subject is more than likely
going to be the next big issue on my plate. I can also assure you
that it isn't ever going away.

You'd
think that after defeating God (with Jesus Dress Up.com), solving
the mystery of the "afterlife", finding the ideal medium
to express myself, and being gifted with a larger than average penis
I'd be free of anymore issues.
Sure,
sitting here answering angry email while I watch that loudmouthed
"John" proudly strut about with a transsexual at the end
of each arm fills my heart with a certain amount of substance, but
it's hardly enough to satisfy it.
Attention
from afar, filtered through an electronic box does not suffice.
I never expected it to, it certainly does not and I can't be made
to think it will. The warmth only lasts as long as it takes to be
read, and that skinhead holding hands with a punk-rock girl seems
to be happy.
I
am privy to so many "first meetings" between strangers
who choose the Personals to find love and the chairs around me to
sit. This afternoon it's Carol and What's-his-name.
"Hey,
are you Carol?!" far too over excited, and completely unaware
that he has already been rejected.
"Hi...
there." His name has been forgotten.

A
one-sided conversation at her goes nowhere. Twenty minutes
later she finally dreams up a believable excuse. They say their
"good-byes". He thinks of their future while she writes
out a fake number. Poor sap, smiling on the corner. Step in front
of that bus, you won't regret it.
She is on her cell phone giving him credit for being nice... and
that's it.
I
suppose that I spare myself those unforgiving moments always waiting
for it to come to me. Christ, any skills I've got can give thanks
to that theory.
Behind
me there's a whole different connection being lost. The staff is
throwing out a man who's been rubbing up against a female patron's
backside. After being physically forced from the premises, it doesn't
take him long to spot another pair of tight pants... and he dodges
through the crowd hoping for another chance at love.

Being
single is much more difficult for some, but really, who're you gonna
attract subscribing to the fashion tastes of the Uni-bomber?
Why
does this girl next to me use the word "rocking" like
such an amateur?
"...and the first two months of our relationship were totally
rocking..."
"...
and a band called Staind, they're totally rocking!"
It's a huge distraction.

I seem to have lost my train of thought.
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