Posts Tagged ‘social skills’

face

Awful lawful machinery of conversation
Turn and counter turn
Speaking and the waiting
Nonverbal gestures and face expressions
All in sync and so confusing
A dance to which not all are invited
But just to live you need to communicate
We are social animals
Some of us aren’t set up for it
But we are social animals
Some of us fall asleep in empty beds
But we are social animals
Some people dream of imaginary lovers all night long
As we are social animals
Some cry themselves to sleep each night
As we are social animals

And when the moment comes
A pretty woman smiles at you
You’re at a loss for what to do
Your boring nice-guy bullshit doesn’t cut it
Your recitation of your tedious life and mundane hobbies sink into dust
Your questions are deflected or irrelevant
You cannot do the conversational dance of flirting
And some honey-tongued Lothario will swoop in
And take her away

beautifulwoman
Once again I’m in a condition of too many women and not enough social skills
OT honours students have invited me to an end of year party
So many pulchritudinous women that my brain rolls back in my skull and my balls clench back up into my body
Social workers there as well and you can tell them from OTs.
OTs are straight and the social workers are urban pretentious hipsters- my kind of people
Like poets
I am transformed to a heightened state of social awareness thanks to several pints of stout
I converse with them all and they are all friendly, smiling and pure, but I don’t sense any sexual tension or moments of intimacy
I have a fantastic time even though there are too many women and not enough social skills
One of the girls takes me home
I ask her if she wants to meet my guinea pigs
She says no.

winona3
Why don’t the nice girls like me?
Because I have a big bulbous belly full of beer?
Because I have the social skills of an abalone?
Why don’t the nice girls like me?
Because I am not confident?
Because I am not sexy?
Why don’t the nice girls like me?
Because I smoke too much pot and write about it?
Because I let my guinea pigs crap in my bed?
Why don’t the nice girls like me?
Because I stare at their breasts instead of their eyes-
Even if it’s only for an instant?
Because I want them so much it hurts?
Why don’t the nice girls like me?
Because I’m always forgetting to clean the toilet?
Because, sad to say, I need to work on my personal hygiene?
That’s enough reasons I think-
Who can blame them?