Disclaimer: This is the first chapter. This is going to sound to good to be true but its all true. I might even sound like a douche bag, but i've been told im not. I promise that after this post the twist and turns of this story will be far less glorified, and have allot more interesting downs most probably then ups. This blog is about being fortunate and miserable at the same time. It’s about the realities of life for any semi spoiled kid cut off from his parents post graduation and trying to truly make something of himself. It’s just important you know where I came from to be where I am now.
CH1-The calm before the storm (life before the RW)
Lets start off where I was before it all came crashing down. After making the educated decision post high school in North Jersey to attend a school in South Florida with a 5-1 girl to guy ratio that accepts students with a generally low ability to do school work, I found myself at the ultimate 4-year spring break destination.
Most girls are under 5'5 and anywhere from 100-120 pounds blonde or brunette with tan skin and tight little assess. There are a few roaming land monsters here and there, but the situation fixes itself after these creatures take notice to their new surroundings and realize that they somehow accidentally landed in hell with palm trees. Surrounded by perfect tight-bodied cheerleader types that they envy and hate with a burning passion.
The girls here are great because they are beautiful and untainted. No fucked up past of cheating boyfriends, no rape stories, and no built up self-value that makes then unapproachable and evil.
They haven’t been through enough of the dark chapters that the land monsters we just spoke of long for. Being constantly wanted and groped in clubs, hit on by men of all ages shapes and sizes, and lied to by predators such as myself who fuck and forget about them as fast as possible. Most of the shit that they will talk about for hours with their therapist that there rich father pays for will be accomplished here with the help of myself and my fellow male classmates over the next 4 years.
Its fucked up too because it proves the existence of karma. We ruin what made them great in college through our natural animalistic hormonal behavior in that setting. We live like Elvis banging tight bodied 8-9's on the regular, then we graduate to the real world and get too experience in full affect the final product of our actions first hand.
Going out to expensive bars and clubs, wasting the little money we have on overpriced drinks and patron shots, only to get rejected by these girls that have gone from naive beauty queens to fucked up angry bitches that look at you as if your a date rapist.
All because some guy fucked it up for you, just as im sure you did for some other dude on that very same night at some other bar somewhere, where some girl you helped to fuck up in college is rejecting some other guy that fucked up some other girl and............ it all comes full circle..... With dedication and hard work you get can get it all back, but you find yourself at the bottom of the totem pole once more in life.
Don’t get me wrong you still get laid, and have great nights, its just fewer and farther between.
You’re a high school freshman all over again, and you can’t believe fucking 8th grade is over!!! You ran that motherfucker!! And now you cant even get into the party with the seniors who are banging your girls!!! Now you’re in charge of building your own life. There is no government run structure that gives you a class schedule, and allows you to graduate to greatness anymore.
As a male at his first job making very little in your early 20's it’s a huge fucking wake up call. You are a stranger to these girls. Outside of normal situations like meeting girls at work or through a friend its time to devise a plan that includes terrible RW dating things like dinner that might not end in sex. Dinner you will pay for which half way through all you will think about is how much this is costing you, and what you would give to spend this time in sweats watching shit on your couch you DVR'd, considering you have work in the morning.
Getting back to the pre real world good stuff, as I mentioned before with a 5-1 girl to guy ratio your friend that didn’t get much ass in high school, but can at least carry a conversation gets 3 prom queens to himself and the opportunity to fuck like a rock star for 4 years without spending much money.
These girls aren’t aware of how powerful they are yet. They just know that the ratio leaves them statistically lonely and this is the time to celebrate being a slut. As a normal guy its like being a moderately successful soap star. No one bothers you, and you bang beautiful women by just being out at night. There were hardly any fights because everyone was to fucking excited to be alive, we left that up to the sorority girls who were most likely fighting over you and your friends.
Basically the school was small enough that if you weren’t a douche bag, and you were decent looking, and as gay as it sounds ended up joining the right fraternity you would have most of your wildest dreams come true.
There was no football team so you were the football team. You get to have socials with sororities in multi million dollar failed nightclubs that just to get you in the door, would give you and your friends a private VIP area with a dance floor, 2 kegs, and unlimited bottles of vodka and champagne because they knew that the school would follow the top Greek life organizations anywhere. Not to mention the top bars and clubs were promoted, bar tended, and djed by dudes in your fraternity, so you pretty much never paid for anything or waited in line.
As a freshman you woke up every day in sunny Florida and found flyers at your feet, or a cute girl in a tank top and yoga pants advertising where the party was the next night running down your hall.
The next chapter will work towards the part of the story where I leave the garden of edens vagina, and where entering the real world is like diving head first into the shallow end of the pool.
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