Dating in your late 20s can be tough. It’s hard for me because I’m what you call “mildly retarded” and “unattractive,” so I have to rely on other skills to pick up women.
I do have a secret. It involves tricking women to sleep with me. No, just kidding, it’s not that difficult. It’s called charm and wit. Also being a nice guy. Some girls dig that. But usually you have to be tall, white, and handsome. Fuck those fuckers.
(I guess I’m a little bitter too, but don’t tell anyone, it ruins my game)
So when people say they’re in the same boat, what does that really mean? My boat is about to dock. If they’re in the same boat, then they should be about to dock too… or theoretically, in my boat docking with me. And another phrase I don’t get, “there are plenty of fish in the sea.” We know that fish are going extinct, so are there still plenty to choose from? I don’t think so.
The short version of this is basically, where does it end? When do I stop docking and going out to sea? What the hell do I want? Everyone goes through this, but I’m sure I’m the only one who draws stupid comics to try and editorialize my thoughts with a JPEG. Well, Penny Arcade probably does that too, but they’re comics aren’t as stupid. I mean they have a whole expo devoted to their comic. What if I held my own I Heart Eddie seminar? That would be cool.
Anyway, I don’t really have anything to give anyone anymore. It’s all been taken away by women who have sucked me dry, taken my soul, and then kinda just let me effervesce in my own self pity. I just want things I can’t have. I could write a poem about it, but then I wouldn’t draw awesome comics like these since the words would illustrate my pain. That’s lame anyway. Everyone loves a good stick figure drawing.
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