Written at Chapters today at 8:30 pmToo many goddamn couples come to Chapters. They need to make bookstores and coffee shops for single people who aren't into bars and clubs. But that wouldn't work, because then it would just turn into a meat market without any alcohol to save it ... ugh, it would suck.
There's just no ideal place to meet people, is there? At least, no places where meeting people is the main purpose. I suppose that makes it all too weird ... too much pressure.
In order to meet people I like, I have to be doing something else. It has to happen by chance, at random. No searching. It only works when I don't care too much. It's ... annoying that way.
It sounds like I'm just looking to meet guys to date and do, but I'm not. I'm happy to meet anyone, of either gender, that I could be friends with. It's not all about booty, I swear.
Although booty's good, too.
I think I'll make some of those business cards when I get home tonight.
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