Wasting Time Again

The weekend began busy and ended a blowout. I passed a required real estate exam Saturday morning, which was a huge relief. A month worth of classes and a failed exam would have amounted to a massive failure. I still have to take the PSI exam, which is a state exam. However, I can take it anytime before I leave. It’s just a $70 dollar fee. Hopefully I can prepare and pass it on the first shot. If I want to be an idiot and not prepare I could always keep paying $70 a pop and retaking. However, I’m not thinking about real estate for a few weeks.
On the poker front I played two small sessions Thursday night and Saturday afternoon. The sessions were a few hours each, and consisted of 4-tabling 50NL. Combined I was up around $100.
Also I created a twitter account. I provided a link on the right. It will probably be low-key for some time, but it could be a nice tool if I move out and I’m posting updates live. I already have an account for my real name. Maybe one day I can even combine the identities. Probably a bad idea, but who knows. But thanks to my first and only follower:
I have a lot more link-ups to do; I’m really slacking on that. Browsing for fellow-poker bloggers you like and asking to link up doesn’t seem like much work, but I love to slack on that for some reason.
I think during the weekend I really began to get a sense for how much I will miss many of my friends around Baltimore. It is obvious that I will miss people, but I don’t think it has fully set-in yet. It’s strange I’m already thinking about it a few months in advance. I’ve been fortunate to have a good support system and friends that really do care about me. I ended up being semi-dragged to party around Washington D.C Saturday night. I was reluctant, but I didn’t have to drive and had a free place to stay. Mixing it up never hurts. My roommate has been dating a girl who lives down there, so it was an obvious choice for him. And he somehow got a few followers to come this time around.
I was semi-joking around before going down there, “why the hell would I want to go to D.C?” I mean then there’s a chance I could meet a girl down there, and that’s a really pain-in the ass drive (I actually experienced that situation first-hand about 3 years ago). Well I was somewhat impressed with the going out scene in D.C. Blows Baltimore away (obviously what place doesn’t). Many people say they feel a pretentious vibe around D.C, but I didn’t mind it at all. Yah compared to Baltimore maybe, but not as bad as Manhattan. And at least the bars were full of attractive girls and didn’t close at 2a.m. In comparison, Baltimore would have had basically zero attractive girls and booted my arse to the curve around 1:30 a.m. In Baltimore I have to consume enough booze to trick myself into thinking that I'm having "A REALLY GOOD TIME" (when in actuality if I drink enough I will have a good adventure anywhere, no matter how miserable the location really is). Then when you're finally approach a good level, BAM, they throw you out at 1:30a.m.
I got border-line trashed in D.C of course. It was a very fun night. I really hadn’t been drinking much the past month with these classes, so the drinks hit me that much harder. And of course I did end up meeting a girl I really liked. I thought she was incredibly fucking cute. The last two hours of the night we really just talked alone and forgot about our friends: “wait maybe we should be social”. She was my roommate’s girlfriend’s good friend. We didn’t “hook up”. Not that I would ever expect that especially when first meeting someone, but that always seems to be the first question people ask. I’m pretty much the opposite of a one-night stand guy, the concept is not me. I picked up a vibe she was very into me, but seemed reserved at some points. I slept next to her really uncomfortably on a coach Saturday night, and we exchanged texts and face-booked the next day.
First off, she lives in Richmond. That’s 3 hours away from where I live. Trying to get involved would be about as stupid as basically dating a girl who lives at the closest beach (3 hours away), which oh wait I pretty much did all summer. I also found out from an inside source the next day that she is a virgin. This is why I love having a blog with my real name not attached. I normally couldn’t go into any of this, but HOW IN THE HELL can someone be approaching mid-twenties and still be a virgin????
Ok call me nuts, but this attracts me even more. It doesn’t bother me; honestly I would rather a girl be a virgin than a raging whore. I just don’t understand how that happens in this day and age. And she was really good looking, so it makes even less sense. She must have incredibly strong morals there? Hell normally if she was in the area and I wasn’t planning a move to Vegas I would be crazy enough to pursue it. No wonder I was so attracted to this girl. IT’S IMPOSSIBLE. So if we are talking about baglife and it's completely impossible, baglife would say bring it on. I have this strange urge to try to get involved with crazy shit that doesn’t have a chance of working. And my philosophy leaks over to the type of girls I go after. An attempt to dig into my psychology on this particular scenario:
“OH YOU LIVE 3 HOURS AWAY? and you’re a virgin? (SOUNDS FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE.) What was your number again? We should really meet up; you’re like the coolest girl ever.”
I know it’s impossible, and why I become tempted by impossible situations I couldn’t tell you. I’m not sure if I’m going to actually attempt to push for a meet-up, but knowing me I will. I definitely want to see her again sooner rather than later, that I am sure of. I wonder if I told her about my plans to move to Vegas, I'd give it a 50% chance that I did. I don't clearly remember all of the conversations, but I don't see how I couldn't mention something about it. But 50% says maybe I didn't because I wanted her to talk to me the next day. HEY maybe she can move to VEGAS, hahaha right.........
Anyways, Sunday I was really messed up from basically no sleep the night before. It’s a reoccurring theme when living around here, party to hard and waste away weekends. Sunday I was basically so out of it the only thing I could do was sit there and watch NFL games all day. With live poker in my life I instantly plan to cut the temptation out. It’s one thing that I enjoy even more than going out all night and trying meeting girls that happen to live 3 hours away.
This post was sort-of personal, and not very poker related but oh well. I want people to know some about me, I think it makes a blog interesting.
I was going to write something leading to a point about how living around here induces me to waste away a lot of time, and how the move would combat that. But then I just got lost rambling about going out in D.C and some girl I met.
I know "I'm young I'm supposed to have fun". But if I have fun all weekend, and work all week at a job I'm not passionate about then I feel like I am not progressing at an acceptable level by my standards. Worse than that, I feel as if I'm REGRESSING.
Well this post does sort of touch on the point I was originally going to drive at without realizing:
Wasting time again.
-bag

