Girl Talk

This semester has been great so far. I've done some fun new things, met some cool people, and there's more on the agenda in the upcoming weeks.  Needless to say it requires a lot of interaction with people.  The main one at focus is boys and girls.  Everyone around me is hooking up or breaking up.  But at what cost?  College is in some ways one giant talent show.  It's all fake and rehearsed, and people only act a certain way to get someone in bed.  I just want to meet cool people who can get along with me and have a good time.  Unlike most guys, I'm not a total buzzkill if I get somewhere and it's a "sausage fest".  I'm not gay, I just know how to make conversation universally.  But even after all these positive thoughts and chin-up views, I'm still getting the could shoulder and judged.  So as a laugh to all their faces via this blog (because I know if I said this in person I'd be either too cruel or too sarcastic to be invited back anywhere ever again) I'm just going to fire off my thoughts and responses to what "people" say and think about me:

-No, I won't shave my mustache. I don't care how gross it looks, its fun to play with in class. 

-You're tattoos don't matter to me, and mine aren't here to impress you.  It's a shark on Roller Skates... it means nothing. Sorry you were looking for me to be deeper. 

-Sorry if you thought I was 'flirting' with you and wanted something serious, I was just being nice and having conversation.  Next time I'll try not to be so comforting and easy to get along with, maybe then you'll get the picture I don't want in your pants.

-Oh, you think I'm scary and intimidating? I look mean all the time?  That's just my face haha. Trust me, if you took the time to get to know me I'm not hurtful.  

-I get it, nice guys finish last.  But you'll come back crying when he lets you down and I'm still here opening doors for you and holding your things. (Doesn't mean you're welcome back though)

-Really? It's that hard to just get lunch with me? Dang, I didn't know it was such a burden to accept a free meal and some small talk.  

-Nope, I'm not "hardcore". I'm Zach Chad. I don't wear a label, do you?

-"You're not like any other guy I know or talk to, It's refreshing :)" ....[Makes out with flat billed hat dude in the corner and acts like we've never met when he walks up]

-I'm not sure what brochure they sent you in the mail when you got accepted, but mine didn't say anything about "all college kids smoke weed, how the fuck do you come here and not try weed?"

-Hahaha, you think I'm a dork and a loser?  Didn't mean to give you the time of day. Won't make that mistake again.

-I'm sorry if it's weird to you that I don't drink.  Is it really that creepy that I made a decision for myself to live the life that's right for me? I'm not 'the sober guy' because I have bad intentions like taking advantage of drunk girls or trying to be a smartass to everyone, because I don't do anything but make sure you get home safe and you're taken care off. And I sure as hell will not change who I am and what I believe because it would make you look my way.  Who cares if it's lame of me and I'm no fun cuz I didn't join that round of shots.  You don't know me or what I've been through.  Just remember one thing when you think you have me 'figured out'...

WE AIN'T THE SAME. YOU DON'T KNOW PAIN. 

On another note, my rugby team just finished our season in first place over the state of Texas.  It's record breaking for our program and our school.  Many hard post season games ahead, but I'm ready for every bit of it. We're on our way to Nebraska and Virginia Beach.  You only wish you were a part of something this big.

S.E.U. R.F.C.    The Rams are here.