07/03/2007 A Day In The Life Of A 36 Year Old Virgin

07/03/2007 A Day In The Life Of A 36 Year Old Virgin

So I guess you might wonder what that would be like. Here it is...

I get up in the morning, usually late. Today was late as well. My boss lets me come in whenever I want, though lately I've been feeling like he doesn't like it. Anyway, when I had positional vertigo recently, I decided to get as much sleep as I could. That, combined with the fact that I am genetically unable to fall asleep before midnight results in waking up and 8-9 O'clock or so. While the vertigo is no longer a problem, I am still doing it as I have discovered the benefits of getting 8 hours sleep. I used to get up at 5-6AM no matter what, but that might be hard to go back to.

I always feel better if I shower in the morning. I almost have to now as my hair is long and it dies if I don't take care of it. I have been dressing a little better recently and I feel good about that. But in the shower my drain is slow and I need to put draino in about every two months or so. This morning the water was building up. The water system in my building sucks.

I have a shampoo and conditioner that uses organic ingredients. The shampoo is expensive, but very efficient and I only have to wash once. I have an anti-acne soap I use for my body, and an exfoliating cloth I use for my back. I used to have a lot of acne on my back; now I have a lot of scars. But I look a lot better than I used to in terms of acne.

This weekend I was thinking how I miss the ride into work. I have about a 45 minute to an hour and a half ride in. That used to bother me, but now it seems to be good for me. It forces me to spend some alone time before the day starts, and doing so without browsing the Internet or masturbating. I have begun to listen to audiobooks on the way, and I've listened to Anthony Robbins, Winning Friends and Influencing People, The DaVinci Code, and others. That might be my favorite time of the day.

I used to despise work. When I was younger I wanted to be an artist. I did a month at art school, but dropped out to become a writer, and to continue my painting on my own. I'll write more about the job in another post. Suffice to say that my father got me my first real job. I always felt guilty about that, and coupled with my personal feelings towards him, taking that job was a recipe for disaster. But when he was out of the picture, I felt a lot better. I felt like I had accomplished a lot despite my hating the job and suffering from depression since I was 14 or so. When I moved on to another job in the same field, I felt I had established my own identity. I am somewhat addicted to work now. Here's a place that I can go and get recognition. It's a place I can learn and even innovate. This line of work has never really been in line with my goals and values, but I must admit I get pleasure doing it.

I don't really speak to anyone at work. I often just run machines and sometimes I get to read or write for extended lengths of time. Sometimes I write blogposts at work. The work itself is challenging, and as my expertise grows, I hope to rewrite the procedures here and revolutionize the industry. But that might be years away.

Recently I finished a part that I had been working for a long time. That always feels good. I got three new assignments today, and I got through the first one fast. The second will likely be done today, way ahead of schedule. The third is the most challenging, and I have made a schedule for it that has me finishing in a month or so. That would be a record for me. I also have a plan to quantify the elements of the technique so that I can create an equation that will assist in decision making and fix the procedures so that the parts get done in record times consistently. It will take time, but it will happen.

I came home and I needed to get something to eat and do a little shopping. I went to the market. I didn't recognize any of the girls there. I hate that. When summer comes, a lot of girls quit and move onto something else. That's good for them but I miss seeing them. There's a girl named Christina at this place who is absolutely the most beautiful girl in I've ever seen. I know guys always think the women around them are hotter than the ones they see in movies or in porn. But this girl should definitely be in pictures, as they used to say. She is half Caitlin Wachs, half Amanda Peet, and more beautiful than either. I am amazed whenever I see her. I'm going to miss her when she goes.

Among the more earthbound, there are other girls that used to be there that aren't anymore. One's name is too uncommon for me to write. She had a sort of nerdy look, like Tina Fey. I really thought she was hot, and she had one of the greatest asses I've ever seen. She also had a childish way of skipping around, though, which reminded me of the fact that I am too old for her and made me depressed.

Anyway, that's the biggest thing about my shopping experience. I bought some strawberries for breakfast tomorrow (as part of my diet I only buy enough to eat in one day, so there's nothing extra to pick on). I love the look and smell of strawberries more than the taste. Then I went to a Chinese buffet. I was disappointed this morning to have gained a half pound. That's despite the fact that I only had a donut (Less than usual) for breakfast and then a health shake for lunch. But I guess if you have a donut, you can't complain.

When I got home I watched a baseball game, for about ten minutes before being bored almost to death. Then I watched “The Inferno” on MTV and wondered quite seriously if I was in love with E.V. I cleaned my condo a lot this Sunday but you still have to trudge through. Maybe I'll get a chance to clean on the 4th.

I decided not to go on the internet and try to get a good night's sleep. I am older, 36, but I still have a lot of options. Most guys my age are fathers and they see their options as drying up. But I have a lot. Laying in bed, I considered whether or not to start a sports blog, or a book blog, or a movie blog. I thought about starting a support group for people with Social Anxiety, and I thought about how to go about putting up a website that I have been formulating in my head. I thought about making my next audiobook a learn to sing CD, so I can sing the songs I am writing, and where my novel is going to go next, and where to post it when it is done. I thought about what my next workout routine will be, as the one I had seems to be beyond me now, as my triceps seem to be overworked and give me pain whenever I do my dips. I need to start running, and I can feel my heart pounding hard as I am laying there. Cardio is necessary. I have ordered a kettlebell, but have yet to devote time to learning to use it. That is my likely next move.

I had been thinking about the women from the group I was in, I referred to her as Sarah in a previous post. I masturbated over her, but the orgasm wasn't especially satisfying. My mind has been wandering to a lot of different girls. I probably should have thought of Vanessa Hudgens when I came, that would have made me hotter. I was thinking about Cheyenne Kimball as well. But when I bought the DVD of her MTV show a while back, I ended up more interested in her Mom. That was weird. But her mom just flat out has a hot ass, and I think about her sometimes. I kept thinking of these girl's breath. When I was done I was tired and I think I fell asleep before midnight. That was good. I become aware that I tend to hug my pillow in my sleep.