Street Parking Is Easy

I remember how it was literally impossible to park on Fillmore and in Lower Haight in the evenings not so long ago – back in the day when many coffee shops, that no longer even exist, used to be open pass midnight, and the many dj bars were happening every night of the week. Open parking spots have become abundant ever since the above establishments have been replaced with sterile restaurants that close at 8 pm, make up stores, and fitness studios.

I could never just pull up and park by the Grove on Fillmore. Now, it as easy as it would be in any suburb. I don’t quite now if I should be happy about it or not. Can I be both?

A Morning Date at Saint Frank

This morning I had the pleasure of sitting right next to a date at the one of my favorite coffee shops to hate. The date started around 11:30 am (does it even count as a date) and I got a chance to hear every word. They were both in their early / mid thirties. Both looked attractive nice enough. Surprisingly the guy didn’t sound like a douche and the girl didn’t have an obnoxious voice that you would normally would expect in this part of town. Go figure. The conversation itself was not too hateable but it was soooooooooo boring. They touched on every single cliche topic you can think of – from starting with “where are you from?” and “what do you do?” to traveling, preparing for half marathon, hiking and rock climbing, Napa / Tahoe. It was literally the whole package. If cliches were stones, they definitely left no stone unturned.

The surprising thing is that the girl was very good at acting interested in that conversation. Maybe she was..? After all, why would she want anything other than that. I am not sure I know how that date ended, because about 30 minute into it, I just couldn’t handle it anymore and had to leave when it became unbearable – i.e. the conversation about favorite restaurants.

I also realized how annoying the word “cool” is when used to endorse or appreciate something, when repeated too many times. There is something so painfully casual about it. Here is just a random example.

  • Did you grow up in the area?
  • Yes in South Bay.
  • Cool.

The Bitter Truth About First Impressions

Positive first impressions don’t mean much. Anyone can put on an act for an hour or a day. But a negative impressions mean a lot. If someone acts, or talks, or sounds like an entitled, obnoxious, neurotic cunt (male or female) he / she very likely is one. We have all been there – as soon as you hear someone’s voice in person or on the phone, you smell pain in the ass and you just want to run…

Hitting Cunt Bottom With Melissa Eisenberg

Every now and then, I run into an article that makes it unbearably difficult for me to keep my food down, even if I hadn’t eaten anything that day. Here is a classic “literary piece” that appears to have been designed to feed my hate to full satiation:

Leaving aside the title of the letter that immediately causes moderate but persistent nausea, let’s dive in and cuntalyze it:

“My career has inadvertently made me fall in love with this city.” – this is the first red flag and a clear sign that this woman is your typical SF career obsessed pain in the ass.

“…and became a blonde tech girl in marketing.” – yea, no shit, really? We would have never guessed. For a moment, I thought you might be a sultry, soft spoken brunette who is into cooking and gardening.

There are times where I feel like I live out the same story again and again. Whether it’s dating, flaking, partying, getting clean, going on a diet — just about everything here is redundant.”  Ahhh. the few, the confused, the jaded sheep. Like many others, she is caught in the hamster wheel of never ending, stressful pointlessness of her cliche SF life.

“I see it all because I have to drink in The City everyday.” – it’s easy to love the city and your life when you are constantly intoxicated. But then again, is it even anywhere near being anything that remotely resembles love.

“There are more things going on here than anywhere else I have ever lived.” – is she serious? Did she actually live anywhere else. It appears that she spent a considerable amount of time in Tel Aviv, so she should no better. Even a two day trip to NYC should make it very clear to her that hardly anything is going on here, especially these days when so much of what made SF worth living in is gone.

“Those assholes,” I think to myself as I proceed to give them the finger while carefully navigating around them trying not to get hit.”  – another clear and irrefutable cunt giveaway.

“They seem like cool-ass chicks who don’t want to talk about their careers.”  Newsflash:  there is more to life and conversations that talking about team meetings, performance reviews, career opportunities, stock market. Where is my puke bag?

“… cool chicks… One has blue hair and a Metallica T-shirt” – let’t not confuse cool chicks with gross ones.

“Despite … the decrepit dating scene, I still have love for the many man-children in this city who just want to focus on their careers. ”  – translation – I am neither cute, nor feminine enough, nor do I have anything else to offer to make a decent guy truly care about me and keep his interest for longer than a few dates.

I hope this little commentary helped you understand this “love letter” better.

Ciao for now.