So Apparently, It's The End of the World

I stole the title for this a really clever piece of prose which none of you have ever heard, but should you ever be exposed to it, you'll remember this blog and say, "Wait, that really was a clever title."

People make very little sense sometimes. For example, this morning my boss told myself and the fellow I'm working with that he'd like us to leave the radio off because his wife is sick and asleep in the next room. I'm helping a contractor renovate Bill (my bosss)'s kitchen. This would be a very considerate thing to do, and makes sense doesn't it? She needs her sleep, we're in the kitchen, and the noise from the radio will make it hard to sleep. It would be inhuman for us not to sacrifice such a minor thing to help her. But there's a problem, children. We're doing demolition.

for safety, I will state what should be obvious. That involves hammers and a lot of sporadic loud noises. However, ever though we're trying to be quiet, the work requires that we make a lot of noise.

So you see, Bill's request was rendered kinda pointless wasn't it? Yet he still made it thinking it would help, and we still agreed as if it would. Then as soon as he was gone we started working. I we didn't do it, we'd have nothing to do and Bill would be paying us to sit around going "So...um, what else happened this weekend?"

My point so far is that people don't always make sense. This is one of the main reasons for the real point of my blog, Women Vex Me To No End. I know it's not all that interesting when compared to my usual topics such as 'My Beef with Vegetarianism', or classics like 'I have nothing to write, what do I do?' but I'm 19 and single, so I think I'm entitled to a little angst now and then.
Here's why they don't make sense to me.
Women should be logical once one considers the psychological arc of the hormones and the fact that women, especially those my age, are culturally pressured to be white and black at the same time. By this I mean that they are taught by the media and such that they have act promiscuously to be desirable, but at the same time taught by others that promiscuity isn't respectable. They are therefore forced to compromise between dignity and desire. For the enjoyment of biologists, will refer to desire as R and dignity as K.
R selected women are easy to understand in the romantic sense. You meet them most often in social settings such as bars and one can use trial and error to find one to hang out with.
K selected women are harder because they're often shy.

When I go out to club such as the Union Hall (Side Note: My friends made me do it) or Oil City I mind my own business, and hang out with the friends who drug me there or watch them fail miserably at befriending women. They are trying to meet women, I am going out of my way not to because if nothing else, meeting a girl there would probably result in me having to return there far more often than otherwise. Logically, they should have a higher instance of success than I. Turns out we both failed. My friends succeed only in making fools of themselves while a procession of women come up to me. Suffice to say, my friends hate me sometimes and we all leave the same way we came in: alone.
It isn't a bad thing that girls want to dance with me, or in some cases use far more overt methods to gain my attention; it's a nice little confidence booster. Rather than judging the product by the packaging, though, I'd like to meet a girl, get to know her and then say to myself, "You know, she's awesome, I should ask her out on a date." So goes my strategy for finding a nice, K-selected girl.
Now so far, we have data supporting the theory that I'm considered attractive to at least a portion of ostensibly intoxicated R selected females in clubs where I don't fit in.
I have female friends, of both the R and K groupings who compliment me on various things on a regular basis (side note: they're probably just being nice), and if nothing else, the fact they like to spend time with me is a sizable compliment in and of itself. It is from this group I'd like to find that 'special someone'. many of them say that they would rather be friends with a guy first and date him second. Well, score for me right? Nope.
Turns out I get turned down. This is fine, a guy's gonna get turned down. What doesn't make sense is when they seem to really enjoy hanging out with me and then I turn out to mean absolutely nothing to them. What in tar-nation is going on when you ask a girl who is always smiling around you out and rather than a simple, No let's just be friends, you start getting ignored by her and told by her friend that she's confused. Well it seems we both are.
Maybe I'm over simplifying but if you like someone, you communicate and probably spend time with that person, whereas if you dislike someone, you ignore that person. Ergo, if you're being ignored they probably don't like you. I can understand needing time to think, after all she had only been broken up with her ex for several months. Now though, she is back with her ex and not talking to me. Wait, what? Suddenly he's a changed man and all the errors which she dumped him for are fixed and I'm suddenly no longer worthy of hanging out with. How does that work? Hanging out with me implied an affinity for my company, but ignoring me implies she doesn't like me. What changed? Asking her out shouldn't considering how many of her friends have asked her out. So what the devil?
The saying no made sense, I expected it and went with the plan of no risk no reward and asked her out anyway.

But anyway, I digress. Back to the point, which isn't my frustration with one girl in particular, but at the fact that in order to find a girl who's personality I like I'd rather just wait until I meet one who impresses me and ask her out instead of drawing from the proverbial deck of contact cards and hope I get black jack.

It would be easy if people were logical and honest, rather than trying to be manipulative. If I tell someone I like their shirt, one can put money on the fact that I like that shirt, not necessarily the one in it, and the same goes for dislike. If I want to say something, I say it. I don't try to manipulate the situations to try to hint my intentions. Manipulation is the same as lying. I don't get why people, who generally seem to be female, insist on manipulating people. Honest