I'm a guy who doesn't pretend to know all there is to know about woman...unlike most guys who think they know everything on the subject...I am the guy who knows nothing....not that I don't have the experience or wisdom to know something....but the more I try to understand the less I comprehend.
Celebrated movie producer Robert Evans once said, "Show me a guy who claims to understand woman and I'll show you a guy who knows nothing." Eloquently stated, we have no idea what woman want or how they think or why they say and do the things they do. And also...guys are full of shit.
A friend aptly referred to me as a "tortured soul"...for all the various circumstances and stories that have evolved over the years with me and the opposite sex. Call it a curse. Be it bad luck. Just don't say no skills. I've got good enough game to open and engage...but closing...it's not that I can't...or don't...just many times something happens...often inexplicably to change the course in an adverse direction. To use a basketball metaphor...I have no problems taking it to the rack..I just can't finish...at least not as often as I would like....well...actually that's no different than any other guy...we'd all "like" to score more....so I guess I should say I don't finish as often as I SHOULD. It's mystifying, frustrating and curious.
Personality wise, a friend sums me up as an "enigma wrapped in a riddle." In short....I'm complicated. I'm definitly a forward kind of guy...not shy...or bashful....quick witted, smart...funny...about average looking...sure better looking would help....but who wouldn't it help?....what else?....I'm aggressively confident as opposed to passively lacking in confidence....Passionate....loyal.....caring...I care too much....everything matters....even the little things....especially the little things....which I think is a double edged sword. People say "don't sweat the small stuff" because it'll drive you nuts, but sometimes it's the smallest things that bring the greatest pleasures. While I'm difficult to please...I find it easy to be happy....again...the simplest of things can put the biggest smile on my face....like just a friendly smile from a stranger on the elevator.
It's not easy describing yourself....the next time things get going with a woman....before the downhill slide....or insert basketball reference...I miss the dunk...actually I'm too short to dunk...so...blow the lay-up.....that's before they really get to know me...I'm going to ask them to describe me.....that should make for a particularly interesting future post.
And as you can tell by now, I'm also brutally honest...I don't hide from the truth....which I guess is the essence of this blog....a girl friend (not to be confused with "girlfriend") of mine inspired the title, "If I only knew.."...she kept saying it to me one night in a highly intoxicated state while she rattled off story after story....as in...if I only knew what really happened and what she really thought....it kinda' stuck with me....it's not bad....I'd like to thank her for it but unfortunately we're no longer in touch....she's engaged and that's what usually happens to those people...you people I mean...that's also for ablog to be named later......if she ever ends up reading this I think she'll be pleasantly surprised....and somewhat flattered....but so much for her...while I'm left continually searching for answers...the one thing you can always count on is my blatant candor...straight from the heart...I wear it on my sleeve. I'm a Libra.
If I only knew......
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