Designated Doodler

Tonight 20/20 a special aired called "The New Sex," which covers a wide range of topics, including dating.  As the forty-something-year-old host explored the uses of Tinder, I shook my head and mourned the death of dating among millenials. This special was hardly the first time that I came to the realization that traditional dating was dead, and I'm sure that it won't be the last. Gone are the days when men would ask women out on an innocent date in order to get to know them, and discover if they were a life-long connection, expecting nothing in return. Nowadays, in an instant-gratification society that has "an app for everything," people want to "hook up," not look for their potential mate. It would almost seem as though the bulk of my generation is allergic to commitment & responsibility, sorely lacking an overall self worth. People are giving their bodies to one another after spending less than a day with each other, and having n...

I'm angry. I don't really know what to do with it...so I'm here...blogging about it I guess. It's just so incredible to me. Guys my age. So far what I've experienced is a total lack of morals, a deficit of tact and no hint of maturity. I get hit on. I talk to the guy. I try to get a better picture of who he is while he's busy getting a better picture of how to get me into bed. Which, rest assured, isn't happening. I just don't understand how our generation went to hell in a hand basket. For being in one of the most "religious" and "Christian" states in the country, it sure doesn't feel like it. I mean, I'm not asking for much... +Love God above all else and live a Christ driven life +Have some semblance of tact and a slight sense of humor +Make an attempt to use proper grammar +And don't be an aimless hobo with no plans for the future That's it! That's it. You don't even have to be insanely h...

You lick dry lips Flecks of flesh Sting beneath An alcoholic breath Wander through The air that's heaving A nicotine fog Here there is no breathing And nothing good can come from a meeting In this place, but you Abandon empathy The second That you see -her face The world is quiet Time dead in space Behind deaf ears Thumps a tale of love and betrayal Into the din it's laced She runs pomegranate colored nails down the side of your face And with apple red lips she gives you a sour sweet kiss Your hands disappear Where her hips dip She tickles your face With black eye lashes Takes your hand Leads you through the masses To some other place With the same coal black heels That will walk through your ashes