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 I’ll start out by Quoting one of my favorite movies, Friday, There is the perfect scene when Smokey ( Chris Tucker) confronts Debie after being set up on a date with Rina. And Rina turned out to be bald headed… yeah. So here we go. So, As you all know. I am the king of bad dates. While id much rather be the King Of Wishful Thinking. I’ll take this title with pride since its all I can get for now. I try my best not to break down and offend people when a bad date a rises. Much like an episode of Dragnet, “ Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.” But sometimes things go a bit too far, And I’m compelled to say what’s on my mind and get the story out. So, again to reference Dragnet, “ Just the facts, ma'am” A few nights ago I was re acquainted with an old fling. Things did not work out well for us, as this one was having issues with her EX, and frankly, I don’t like to compete. Plus, she had A LOT of drama in her life at the time. Fast forward 2 years later after a marriage and divorce, and bingo, she finds me again. Now, I should have been cautious, knowing that she and I did not get along too well in the past. What struck me odd is she almost instantly began insinuating and trying to hook me up with a friend of hers. So, again, in retrospect, if I did not like her too well, why would I consider being set up with her friend? Hind sight is 20/20, so they say. However I was optimistic. The old fling suggested that I meet her friend because, I quote, “ Should would be all over you." After giving it some thought, I gave the EX fling permission to give her my number. The next day she calls me, we chat for a bit, and she proceeds to invite me to her birthday bash taking place the following evening. Said night comes around and after some jockeying about where and when. I’m invited to a nice hotel suite in Mountain View, CA. Granted it was a Holiday Inn Express, but trust me, none of the smarts rubbed off on me. Its 1:30 AM I enter the suite and the old fling greets me at the door. Inside are two other males, multiple bottles of wine and alcohol, snacks ect. And then the birthday girl whom I was being set up with, comes out the adjacent room… As with 99% of most blind dates in America, it was BIG old mess. Ladies and gentlemen. She was bald. And when I say bald, I don’t mean the somewhat attractive shaved head bald. Or the sometimes sexy Sinéad O'Connor bald look. But the I’m a 30 year old woman with a fairly pretty face but the hair line and top of a 65 year old man. I kid you NOT! Much like the famed mullet in the Midwest, Business in the front, party in the back. This was more like, Cute on the side, geezer of the top! I tried to keep my composure. I figured obviously she either has some sort of disease or is suffering from a condition. Coming down or judging her on that would be very low of me. So, I stuck around. I was curious and above all, I knew there was a story here, somewhere, before the night was over. The night progressed, and the old fling was going out of her way to get me into an uncomfortable position and situation with the birthday girl. It was overly blatant and even if I had considered the act, the pressure was so insistent the idea had lost its luster and over all, I was just simply turned off. After having a little along time with the birthday girl, I learned she had a rare form of OCD, Trichotillomania. After battling it for most of her adult life she decided to just accept it and… for lack of a better term, let her hair down. She explained that she use to ware hats and wigs, but just wanted to embrace herself for who she is, I found it commendable, but, at the same time it was slightly unsettling. Now, mind you. Again I say, I’m not going to knock someone who has a condition that is beyond their control, and if that was the only issue there would be no need to write this entry. But wait, there’s more. See, when I have bad dates, it usually comes down to the person and their actions towards me that make them bad. I’ll remind you it was her birthday, and the alcohol was flowing. This girl was an angry drunk! I’m not sure what she thought was going to happen, but whatever it was, she was pissed it was not taking place. She eventually got loud and somewhat belligerent. Screaming from time to time, “Why is nothing happening?!” “It’s my birthday, and something should be happening!!”There were talks of naughty sessions of truth or dare and other party games that all would eventually end up in people doing acts that I knew would become instantly regretful. So I opted out. Next thing I knew she yanks off her shirt in front of me, the other guy who was there and the ex fling. I instantly could hear the wise words of Tone Lōc echo in my head, “When she got undressed it was a big ole mess!”I guess there was a little too much Funky Cold Medina going around. It’s about 3:30 AM now. This chick is obviously horny, the ex fling is overly hyper, the other guy is all excited that he (thinks) is about to get some, and I just want to leave. The rest of the night pretty much revolved around the birthday girl being passive aggressive and angry. And to be honest, had she had a brighter attitude I might have seen myself giving her a nice birthday present. Like I said, had her affliction of Trichotillomania been the only issue, it could have been a non-issue. But over all, she was a bitch! An angry drunk, and came off as desperate. So, there, that’s my most recent dating failure. The moral of this story is… But cautious of people who want to hook you up, and more so, don’t hook up with the friend of someone who you don’t like much in the first place. ~ Ryoga VeeTags: bad date, bald, date, trichotillomania
Current Location: Mountian View, CA
Current Mood:  uncomfortable
Current Music: Go West - King Of Wishful Thinking
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 I’ve lost a lot of friends this week over the death of Michael Jackson. It’s a hot button issue, almost just as deep as debating politics. So, I wanted to take a moment and run through some of the most contested aspects of Michael Jackson’s troubles, his child molestation accusations. The first incident. In 1993, Michael Jackson was accused of abusing the child of Evan Chandler. Jackson had befriending the child in early 1992. Jackson and the chandler family were very close having been seen out shopping and attending local events. Evan Chandler was an aspiring writer. And was trying to get one of his scripts off the ground and formed into a movie. He approached Michael Jackson with his ideas in hope of receiving some funding towards the projects. When Michael Jackson declined, one week later the accusation was made public. Michael Jackson had intended to fight these claims tooth and nail to prove his innocence. His legal team along with the advisement of his now new girlfriend Lisa Marie Presley and long time friend and Elizabeth Taylor. It was they who convinced Michael Jackson to settle out of court even after two Grand Juries questioned 200 witnesses but could not corroborate the Chandlers allegations. Charges were never filed due to lack of evidence. Jackson settled out of courts for 22 million. He stated he “just wanted to get on with his life.” If you are curious was the money were used for. Through the settlement Evan Chandler did receive the funding he needed to produce his movie, “ Robbin Hood: Men in Tights.” And now, The 2nd incident. After a very long friendship with the family of the accused, Jackson was once again accused of wrong doing by the Arvizo family. Before I get to the facts of the case I want to bring up a lil incident that took place before. In 1998 the Arvizo family was held on a shoplifting charges at a J. C. Penney. It is reported that the father sent out the children with arm loads of stolen clothing. They were detained and the mother Janet Arvizo got into a scuffle with security. Charges were eventually dropped but the Janet filled a $3 million suit claiming she had been beaten. After an investigation it was learned that Janet Arvizo had rehearsed her children into lying about the days incident. She later claimed sexual abuse and settling out of court for $137,000. Now, with that said… Gavin Arvizo (the accuser) was 13 at the time. He was diagnosed with cancer and had a kidney and spleen removed. Jackson paid Gavin Arvizo's medical expenses and chemotherapy treatment. This was before they met. After their meeting they formed a close bond. It was reported the Jackson single handedly nursed the boy back to health. When the Janet Arvizo and family were on good terms with Jackson she encouraged all the children to call him " Daddy,” Though Jackson already had 3 kids of his own. Skipping head, during the trial, Janet Arvizo, wait… I should inform you that she recently married a man by the name of Jay Jackson., so during the trial adamantly insisted she be referred to as “ Janet Jackson.” She made a number of claims on the stand alleging that she was kidnapped my Michael Jackson, yet during the time frame was out shopping and having spa treatments all under Michael Jackson’s dime. She even admitted to lying under oath in an unrelated court case. She also plead the fifth on the stand regarding welfare fraud. In addition to her the prosecution had witnesses of questionable credibility such as Jackson’s EX body guard. He had been accused of robbing a number of retail stores and restaurants. As well as an ex house keeper who was fired for stealing. She ended up selling a story to media for $20,000 and runs porn site. George Lopez was called as a witness during the trial and testified how the father was continually asking for / extorting money. He went as far to say that the father accused Mr. Lopez of stealing $300 from the boy. In the end. Michael Jackson was found not guilty on all charges. There were no blacks on the jury. Point I’m making is in each of these cases all the evidence is highly questionable. This is not the first time we have seen a celebrity dragged though the mud for financial gain. And while there are many who still speculate or are convinced in their mind. We all live in the united states, our legal system might not be perfect, but we all abide by it. That a man or woman can be accused or anything, and it up to a judge and a jury of our peers to find beyond reasonable doubt our guilt / innocence. ~ Ryoga
Tags: michael jackson
Current Location: Sunnyvale, CA
Current Music: Michael Jackson - Leave Me Alone
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 Closure is something I rarely have the pleasure of having. Of all my run ins with people and foes, a finite end to a saga usually escapes me. And that’s when I realized that if I want closure, it has to come from within. I’m always in the driver’s seat, but I choose to take the ride for the thrill of the experience. Today, I take back the wheel and leave my competitors in my wake. After a short conversation about our previous outing, Precious has decided to go silent and refuse to discuss our association any further. To be honest, I have no idea why she is angry at me (or even if she actually is). I’m frankly shocked that it came to this. At first I wrecked my brain wondering what I had done wrong to upset her. Eventually, I realized that there is no rhyme or reason and that this aftermath is simply madness. “Hey, I feel weird about the other night and do not know what happened, so I am not comfortable hanging out, sorry.”And with those words marked the end of a friendship. And while I’ve felt bad about for the past few days… I think its all for the better. I only have so much to give. And to be honest, I gave too much for this one. And frankly, she’s an alcoholic. Nothing but disaster in the making there. So it is with a heavy heart hat I bid adieu to Lady Precious. And as a parting gift, I hold dear her hair piece that she left in my car. In my defense I actually tried to set up an arrangement to return it to her. However she is uninterested. I’ll add this little trinket to the large mass of items that I’ve received from past friends and acquaintance. It will remain posted just above my desk as a constant reminder. “Never make anyone a priority, when to them you are only an option. “Easy come, easy go. Now, let’s go rock this town! ~ Ryoga Vee Tags: precious
Current Location: San Jose, CA
Current Mood:  calm
Current Music: Beyoncé - Irreplaceable
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 This seems to be a reoccurring theme for me. Never make anyone a priority, when to them you are only an option. Some of you might remember “ Precious” She and I went out again, perhaps for the last time tonight. See, I’m willing to take an abundant amount of abuse if I feel it benefits me, or others. This is usually the case when I’m protecting someone else from discomfort. But there comes a time when even I have my limits. Precious, that’s her name for the time being until I get severely upset and spout her real one. But after the Kim Livid episode, I’m starting to learn that when there is drama abound, real names should be left silent. I asked Precious out to Fanime this year, Mana Energy Potions had just sent me a case of product to give out and I wanted to have her along side me as my staff. So, Friday, we head to the convention center. I get her badged up, and we walked around enjoying all the cosplay and Japanese culture. She was feeling a bit adventurous and asked me to take her out for a drink, I obliged and we headed out to a local dive bar. The Cinebar be precise. Drinks are flowing, Precious and I are getting closer. All is well, however I can’t help but feel this setting is all too familiar. And deep down I’m just waiting for disaster to strike (again). And like a tightly wound clock, the cue came just in time. A handsome young fellow enters the bar. And all the attention that I previously had by Precious instantly shifted. And much like before, it started with chatting, and then she ignored me all together. Rather than endure the previous pain of watching her make out in front of me with another guy, I just left and stood outside waiting for her to finish. 45 minutes pass and I'm getting tired, I have a commercial to shoot tomorrow morning in San Francisco and I decide to go back inside to hurry up the process. Precious is still there, looking deep in to the strangers eyes. She glances up and sees me, she says, “I thought you left me.”“No” I replied, “I would never do that.”Like before, I felt responsible. I did take her out, and regardless of who she wanted to spend her romantic time with, I’m obligated by my own standards to take her home and keep her safe. I said something along the lines of, “I just wanted to make sure you were ok, I’ll leave you be.”As I turned around to retreat she quickly jumped up and asked me to go outside with her. And so we did. This sparked a very uncomfortable conversation between she and I. Deep down I was crying inside. And I’m not sure if I was crying over her, or the blatant disregard she has for me and my feelings. I hurts, and I know I can do better and devote my time to someone who wont disrespect me like this. She asked how I was feeling and I just kept my head down, I did not even want to look at her. Normally this would be out of anger but this was actually a self reflection. I was embarrassed. I was consumed with the idea that after all I’ve been through with her, its finally clear to me that she must find me repulsive. Ok… maybe it’s not that harsh, but that’s how it feels on my end. I feel ugly and second best. I’ll never match up to her. Regardless of what she says one moment, the truth is…
“She’s just not that into you.” Now, I’m not saying she had any obligation to me what so ever, but I’ve made my intentions very clear, and she and I have had these conversation before, so it stings even more to be told in one ear, “I like you, you’re attractive, I’m looking for a long term relationship, let’s take things slow.”And then watch as she slides you off the radar to indulge in what I can only assume is something better in her mind. If you like me, then like me. But don’t bat your eyes at me one moment and spit in my face the next. During our discourse she reinforced how she felt about me, and for a moment I began to smile. For a second my spirits were lifted and all was well. I felt things were getting back on track. And then that all flew out the window. As I was telling her we should go, because I knew she had work in the morning she said. “Well, let me just see what happens with this guy inside.”WHAT? See what happens?!? I’m thinking this must be a nightmare. “So, you’re going home with him?” I reply. “No, I just... um… want to see what happens.”So, clearly my evening was done. I had nothing else to say, or even care for that matter. As expected, she returned inside and sucked face with Mr. Stranger. I sat idle near by wishing a bomb would drop out of the sky and end my misery. One second she’s telling me how into me she is and the next, I’m playing the sucker. I expected her to ditch me as she did last time. Or worse, send another text message, but wouldn’t you have it, the guy ended up vanishing. So here we are, 2:30 A.M. On the cold streets of San Jose. And Precious is completely wasted. So, being the great friend that I am (and a FUCKING BITCH apparently), I painstakingly dragged her back to my car car. Which, I might add is over 6 blocks away. I switch back and forth to hold her up to actually carrying her in my arms. I took off my coat so she would be warm and whatever else I could to ease her discomfort. That's when it struck me, I'm a pussy. No matter what she does, I'll always be here for her, because... i can. Let me remind you, all the bars let out, and Precious is an angry drunk. So, she not too shy to make a comment to someone if they look at us the wrong way. She mouthed something off to a group of ladies walking by. They did not take to kind to her. So, I have to, get in between her and a two potential beat downs. I eventually get her to the car. She turns towards me with those beautiful eyes and tries to kiss me. I wanted to, I really did, but that lil thing called dignity keeps holding me back. I’m torn though, I want her to like me, and I like being at her side. But I know this newfound flirtatious behavior is only due to her inebriated state. I can’t take advantage of Precious. I might be an asshole, but I do have a hefty amount of moral fibers. While in my car, Precious completely passes out the second she touches my seat. A short drive back to her place and then things get nasty (As if they were not already). I pull into her parking lot and after about 5 minutes of trying to get her to get her to come to, she looks at me angrily for reason I’m not yet sure of. She hastily gathers her belongings and rushes out of my car in a hurry. As she exited she called me an asshole and accused me of stranding her in the middle of no where. Confused as all can be I hopped out see what was wrong. "Listen, you might think I'm a bitch, but you don't have to leave and strand me in the middle of nowhere!"She continued to scream and yell at me. I had to hold her still and show her she actually was right in from of her apartment. She looked around very confused and gained her composure. To end the night, I walked her to the door; she was still unable to stand up correctly. And I must say, there was a reluctant kiss good night. As much as I want to, I feel dirty taking advantage of her. Even if she did pull me in for it. I’m so sick of being a push over. Why do I stand for this kind of treatment? And why does it continue to find me? Twice bitten, thrice shy. Never again… I swear it ~ Ryoga Tags: cinebar, date, fanime, precious
Current Location: San Jose, CA
Current Mood:  crushed
Current Music: The Eagles - Victim Of Love
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