I admire dedication. You have to, right? When someone’s totally committed to a course of action, even if you don’t agree with it, even if it’s the stupidest thing in the world, even if you know and they know they’ll pay for it later… you have to admire that.

>And I don’t mean the things that people do because they’re idiots and don’t know better. I mean the things that people do because they said to themselves, “If I’m going to do this thing, I’m going to do it full tilt. I’m not going to stop at the orange jumpsuit, which anyone could get with minimal effort. I’m not going to stop with the ski gloves or Doc Martens. I’m not even going to stop at stenciling this cheap football helmet. I’m taking this bitch ALL THE F’ING WAY!”

Balls to the wall dedi-fucking-cation, my friends.

Me, I’ve been pretty dedicated to going as fast and far as I can for the past year since the ADG break-up. And, as a wise friend of mine told me, once you reach a certain point of peace with yourself, the confidence and attraction seems to just flow out of you in all directions.

And she was right. It’s been a hell of a ride.

So much so, in fact, that I’m at peace enough with myself to be conducting an experiment with Friday Night Girl. Not out of malice, but purely in the interests of science. However many times we’ve been out, it’s been me who did the initiating, the planning, the communicating… the everything. She’s definitely been a willing participant (insert photographic evidence, affidavits, and video re-caps) and it’s not that I feel she’s trying to take advantage of my hospitality or anything… it’s more that she may be the type of LA woman who expects to be wooed.

And this is fine and expected.

To a point.

What am I trying to say? I’m trying to say that it takes some mutual participation, because frankly I ain’t that interesting, and I’m running out of stories and hip hole in the walls to take her to. So, for the next week, I’ll be waiting to see if she initiates anything, and if not…

Of course, I’m going to ignore the fact that she invited me to a friend’s restaurant on Sunday and I didn’t go.

I dated this girl a few months ago who, on our one and only date did not say a single word… and I’m only exaggerating slightly. By the end of the night I was exhausted, parched, and had small-talked my way from birth all the way through high-school. If I had agreed to a second date, I would have worked my way through high-school to present day and where would that leave me for a third? And she was hot. But sometimes hot isn’t enough. And that may be where Friday Night Girl is now.

Miniature Golf Girl, though, that’s a different story. As is [EDITED FOR CONTENT]