And So it begins, again, for the 10th time.

I have tried so many times to start a journal. I usually get one or two entries in and then forget, or get sidetracked. Watch ol’ Don Draper on MadMen write out a journal made me think maybe I should start again, too. Wouldn’t be half bad to get my thoughts down, might straighten them out.

I wonder if I should publish this anonymously to the web... that might be funny. And weird.

I met up with a girl at Stone Brewing last night. She seemed cool, but all communication afterwards has seemed short. Oh well, not like I fell in love with her or something.

It seems very hard for me to find someone I really like. I don’t know if I am just hard to get along with, or what. I think that maybe I just was spoiled. Or, maybe I wasn’t spoiled, maybe I had what it is supposed to be like so now I am too picky? I would like to meet more people, it just seems hard. Maybe I am a niche product.

I need to be a little more assured in all of my actions. I think that will help people know what I mean, and not seem so wishy washy. Its not how I am used to acting though.

I would like to find a girl that likes me, wants to be a part of what I want to be a part of, and wants to jump my bones. I wouldn’t think that would be so hard to find, but I guess it is.