Where Did All The Smart Girls Go?
Where did all the smart girls go?
It’s a question I asked myself after I dated a girl who told me that she didn’t know who Hitler was. Of course that didn’t seem nearly as bad as when I caught her trying to eat an air freshener.
Living in Los Angeles, I’ve dated a hand full of girls, one dumber then the next. And it’s not necessarily because I want to date them, it’s because the smart girls who graduated top of their class and aspire to be the next supreme court justice aren’t here.
I think they were all scared away by the white trash girls who were the prettiest girls in their trailer park and moved here thinking that they would become then next great actresses and marry Brad Pitt. Of course when they arrive in Los Angeles they find thousands of other white trash girls just like them.
Some stay, become meth-heads and work in porn. While others get back on the greyhound bus and spend the rest of their life being molested by their uncle.
For my part, I used to want to save girls from porn. Keep them from getting back on that bus to Kansas. Because in my mind I was Richard Gere and they were Julia Roberts. But now I want to do the opposite. I want to find a girl whose on the edge of going into porn, and push her over. Throw her into a world of gangbangs and inappropriate cum shots.
Because just maybe if I throw enough girls into the world of porn, they’ll realize that the fairytale endings don’t come true. And the smart girls will finally return to Los Angeles.
Or you could move north and find us smart girls up here.
P.S. You spelled “Los Angeles” wrong.
Something tells me that Albert Einstein didn’t sit around wondering where all the smart people were -
You can gain all the knowledge you want, Dylan… but if you dont gain tenderness of heart along with it than you will have gained nothing at all.
Dylan,
Sounds to me like Los Angeles is the perfect city for you. You know what they say, “birds of feather”…
The (smart) girl in the office next door
I agree with you on that one man. I’m in college at Albany but I live by New York City and have only come across a handful of girls my age that can hold an interesting conversation, hopefully grad school will be different. If not I’ll try that air freshener eating thing, because if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.
Being cynical and jaded is so much more interesting than being content, isn’t it?
That pic you chose for this post is HIDEOUS. I’m going to have baked nightmares now.