Spoiler Alert...

We all like a bit of warning before bad shit happens. A little bit of a "Hey, that toilet doesn't flush." or a "I'm late for my period." or "The cops stopped by looking for you while you were out, I packed your bags."
The problem with our constant desire to know what comes next is that we can't help it even when it's obviously bad for us. You can see it resonate in our reflex to stereotype people. White people have good credit, black people have big penises/asses and people from Latin American countries are walking Kryptonite for every other race. But I'm not here to criticize you on your underlying racism. I'm here to talk about love and sex and relationships... or whatever.
The area that our incessant desire for information affects the most negatively is in relationships. Once we've reached a certain age, we believe we've dated roughly every type of person, or we think we know exactly what someone is going to be like in a relationship. We get the idea that we know what we want, and what we need in a relationship, and what other people have to offer us, but in doing this, we end up missing out on relationships with people that could be exactly what we need. Sometimes you'll never see it coming when something good shows up at your door, or slaps you in the face.
We spend so much time trying to avoid bad things, that sometimes we miss out on great things. I'm not saying that you should go chasing that hot man slut who cheated on your cousin with your other cousin and is now hitting on you. What I am saying is that maybe that mildly religious girl you met at Subway isn't such a bad pick for you. You didn't know she taught Sunday school until it came up pretty organically. And who knows. maybe you need a little Jesus in your life you filthy heathen. Or maybe it's not so bad that that guy's a vegan, and you eat triple bacon cheeseburgers for dinner, skip the veggies and replace the bread with steaks.
You never know what life is going to throw at you. Sometimes it's looking out for you. Sometimes it's really just trying to fuck you over. But like so many dead smart people have said in so many ways, you'll regret the risks you didn't take more than the ones you did. Unless you like drink and drive and murder some people. You'd really regret that. Like forever. That risk is never worth it.
Anyway, the moral of the story is not to let opportunities pass you by because of your fear or belief that you've experienced everything that's out there. Live a little. Or a lot. The world is waiting.

The Perfect Girl...

"Sexy, cute, smart, funny, obedient, supportive, likes the same movies, likes to play video games (or watch sports), has the same hobbies, loves sex, and likes anal."
These are main things you're going to hear your average guy say to describe his perfect girl. While this describes a very, very attractive proposition, these men are dead-fucking-wrong. What they're really doing is describing their twin sister.
It's an unbelievably rare occasion when your perfect match is your perfect clone. I mean, let's face it, you're pretty damn annoying.You barely want to be around yourself alone, can you imagine always being around two of yourself?
The truth is, you need a someone who can be prepared to be and do what you aren't. Because let's face it, you're a pussy. But, also, life and love aren't about always being as comfortable as you can be. When you have that much in common with someone, there's no room for a relationship to go anywhere. You never get a push to go or do something you may have overlooked, or completely refused to do before. You've never heard a love story end with "And my life didn't change at all, except that I started getting laid periodically." You can't spend your life afraid to change or sacrifice, and expect things to just fall into place around you. Not even the president gets that. He can't wear a hat with a logo, or go a day without shaving without every idiotic news anchor hopping on and analyzing whether or not his 5 o' clock shadow is him trying to compare himself to Abraham Lincoln.
Now I don't have anything against compatibility and having things in common. Having absolutely nothing in common is just disastrous.
I mentioned it before in a previous blog, and I say it all the time in real life, for a relationship to be healthy and productive, both people need to be better people in the relationship than out of it. If you're a shut in and a hermit and it takes the arrival of your pizza delivery for you to figure out the temperature outside on any day you don't have to work, it might be in your better interests not to block someone out because they like to go out more than twice a week, and not just to take out trash. If you're a party animal and love the "scene" and the nightlife, it's not always the worst thing to find someone who only goes out once or twice a month. It's loads cheaper and a study has shown that it drops the odds of you cheating by about 13 percent on average.*
Finding the perfect girl isn't all about figuring out how much you have in common with someone and how much of the same bullshit you can now do exactly the same, just with a cuddle buddy to help follow it up. Life isn't about the easy transition. Because transitions aren't easy. Sometimes when you're in your own little pursuit of happiness, life, fate, the universe, karma, God(s)... existence will send a tornado of destruction to tear up everything you think you have going for you and rearranging it to become something completely unrecognizable. Just so you can sit back and realize... you should have called for a natural disaster a long time ago.