Coven of Doucheness

So since the last time I wrote, a few things have happened and the results of which is me writing this. Let's get mooooving... shall we?

A week after my previous blog, I met someone, we started dating and i totally fell in love with this person in no time. We could finish each others sentences, we spoke in meaningful and intelligent conversation and we both cared for each other deeply. Obviously not enough because she did break up with me not too long ago, One of the main reasons I'm back....

The more I travel this town called, Miami, Florida, the commonly referred to "305" by its douchidents, the more i realize our future is rather dim.... I walked into Doral Ale House this past Tuesday, in an effort to get off the grid. None of my close friends travel into this Coven of Doucheness willingly, so the exercise had merit, as far as getting off the grid, at least. I managed to grab a seat at the bar, when it occurred to me i was older than about 60% of the patrons.... by at least 8 years!

I was sitting there, looking around and realizing, "Do these people even think about what they are doing before going out???" About 90% of all the women, under the age of approximately 24, were dressed to the 9's! They are aware that its a Tuesday? And it's a sports bar right? That not withstanding, i began looking at the male-douches that were roaming the quiet countryside of a Tuesday Ladies Night at Doral Ale House.... This did not make me feel any more confident on our future.... Now i know, without a shadow of a doubt, that i am by no means the best looking guy; however, i have to question the thought process of these guys. That having been said, do men(and i use the term loosely) actually think that wearing a white v-neck t-shirt and a pair of baggie jean shorts with flip flops makes them look good? I can understand if a few were in this garb of douchness, but it was a common happenstance, as if they all received a memo and decided to follow the dress code to a "T". I rarely leave my house in anything but jeans, only because i like to look good for myself, i feel like a bum if i go out and am not in at least a Polo shirt. People can call me vain for that, but the reality is i don't give a shit if me making sure i am at least presentable qualifies me as vain.

I think what really irked me about this whole situation was that the women there were actually paying attention to the members of this Coven. What was worse, they were drawn to it... Like a moth to a lamp... I sat there for the duration of 3 or 4 beers quietly observing, as i normally do when i am trying to understand human nature, and honestly i felt like my brain kept getting Blue Screens of Death while trying to do the computations!



I ended up leaving early around 1030 and all that was going through my head is how screwed up this town will be in 4 years when these leaders of the axis of ineptitude try running the town, most likely into the ground.