Maria

If you want a good time dancing on a Friday or Saturday night, I'd recommend Grand Central in Adams Morgan. I had a blast just dancing with my friends to good ol' Justin Bieber and the other top 40 company he keeps. And even in these moments where I just seem to lose my conscious thought to the bass and synth, I keep learning things about myself. Early on in the night, I met a girl named Maria. The first time I saw her was when I was trying to go downstairs to find the restroom. I found my way over to a balcony and when she saw me look over, she told me that "I wasn't going to get down that way". I laughed, made another joke, and proceeded to find the stairs. When I made my way back over to my friends, this girl is waiting for me. She puts her arms around me and tells me that she's in love. Now, I'm going to be forthright and say that this is the most physically attractive girl that has ever put her arms around me. When I think back on what happened, I cannot BELIEVE that I did not make any sort of move. But alas, after she relinquishes me from her initial grasp, I laugh and smile a bit more, and make my way back to my friends as if nothing happened. Why did I do that? I don't think it's because I have some insane self discipline and put my comfort in God enough to ward off all temptation. No, I think it's because I've historically been a manipulator and an opportunist. Even earlier in the night, I found myself briefly dancing with a girl who was wearing a leopard animal print dress, ugh. I had maybe twenty seconds of interaction with her before I bowed out and went back over to my friends. I wanted them to think, "wow, all these attractive girls want to dance with Albert". I used this brief twenty seconds of this girl's time to up my rep. And it was no different with Maria. I knew my friends were watching. All I needed to do was make it seem like she was more into me than I was into her and then walk away. In that moment, my pride peaks and I'm satisfied because I'm able to put my comfort in my idolatry. However, looking back on that night, I definitely should've gotten her number...

Bad Blogger Habits

Two writing style choices I see from most bloggers. 1. Frequent usage of parenthesis (in order to make a side comment for wit or humor that is often unnecessary and makes the sentence much more awkward to read). 2. Structuring their sentences in order to maximize emphasis on the subject but making the rest of the sentence afterward really hard to follow. Journalism is harder than it looks.