I am making a statement for this year. I was starting to cultivate New Year optimism at the time of my last post. Four weeks into the year and I’d like to keep watering that positivity.
I was super anxious going to the NYE party. I decided to ignore the theme and go as myself. Well, I attracted some positive attention that night and got the most action since the party in November (I forget if I wrote about that). Nothing crazy like — at all. Just touching — petting if you will. It’s probably kinda weird (and disappointing to the listener) neither of those experiences went any further. I think that speaks to my inaction towards initiating anything that could turn into a handcuffing relationship.
Here’s what’s different all of a sudden. I’m getting looks. I’m getting social engagement from strangers. I’m observing “strange” behavior from women. Choosing to sit near me in a wide open room. Seeking me out, apologizing (for nothing), hair twirling, flirty eyes (subjective)…to name a few things that one particular girl has been doing.
I HAVE to keep losing weight. It is working. It is possible, that at the age I’m at, the muscular dad bod look starts to become moderately attractive. Whereas in college, it was a rarity that I really only “experienced” once.
Anyways, I told myself I’d try to stop making all of these posts a word vomit of my thoughts. It should at least be semi-enjoyable to read and I seriously doubt my dripped in pretentiousness, stream of consciousness, emotionally charged style of writing comes anywhere close.
I’m choosing to write on this Friday night because this is one of those “night’s in” that I so, so wish for every week and every time a social event pops up.
Here’s the reality – my social anxiety, feelings of despair, and FOMO is at 11 right now. It SUCKS to stay in.
I’m 26 — 27 in (now) 5 short months. My life is FLYING. 27 YEARS SINCE 1999!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! I’ll be FIFTY-FUCKING-FOUR in 27 years. My mother was 27 when she had me!!! They bought a fucking house 3 months later!!! Married! With a kid!!
My young life days are NUMBERED! Every Friday, every Saturday, must be lived to its fullest. I have two guys at work who are 32. They still SEEM young. So I have some time to live it up!!
That’s the goal for 2026. Continue to lift. Eat less (not necessarily healthier). Be active. Do the dodgeball league. Go to every party. Every hangout. Get drunk. Be (controlled) stupid. Go to bars. Talk to people. Be nice. Be light hearted.
A woman this morning, very, very pretty, maybe late 30s, looked at me a few times when she sat down with her elderly mother at the table next to mine in the diner.
I thought she was looking at me, but I told myself — um, no, she isn’t. Well, I happened to look that way and she was either looking at me already or met my eyes already, she smiled, pointed towards my hat, and said “Go Pats!” with the cutest little smile and voice I have ever heard in my life.
I smiled, probably blushed (I blush when a woman that I think is pretty notices me — so what!! I’m shy!!), and smiled back and said “Go Pats!”.
So, for 2026…IT’S ALL POSITIVITY!!
GO PATS!!!!! DRAKE FUCKING MAYE!!!! MILTON WILLIAMS! SPILLANE! ELLISS! GONZO!!!!!!!!!! DIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGSSSSSSSSS!! RHAMONDRE!! BOUTTEEEEEE!!
GO ON, BOYS, BRING IT HOME!
Blanc Thoughts 