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So I have been thinking about this for some time now… and this is really hard for me, trust me. I know how much fun we have together, all those long nights and crazy randevu’s. We both know your not good for me, a bad influence at my weakest point. Let’s just be friends, I still want to see you…. just not all the time, and not like before, it needs to be different, I need to move on. I am not the same person I was 9 months ago, but you won’t let me grow, and it’s time I cut this relationship off.

It’s over, I’m breaking up with you Down Town Austin (West 6th, Dirty 6th, 4th & Warehouse).

So last night my friend JD and I were walking back to my car minding our biznas. We walked passed 3 trust fund (I work in the Frost Tower) guys getting into a BMW SUV. Well I was talking to JD and over heard one of the guys call me a fagot…. WHHHHAAAAATTTT!!! did you call me? Of course I stopped, and then they proceeded to get out of there car and walk over to square us off. I am out gunned but not nearly as drunk as these fuck tards, and the bigger one comes to square with me, and the little one keeps running his mouth like a strip bar disc jockey. At this point I can tell neither JD or my self had any intention of getting into a fight tonight, to be honest my night was super fun up until that point. And even tho the adrenaline started pumping… I was not nearly as amped up as I have been in past fights, I was actually very calm. To my surprise one of them had a sense of reason and proceeded to tell us his friends were just drunk and that unless we really wanted to start a fight we should just walk away. I thought about it for a moment, but felt I had been challenged and that I needed to prove something… but to who? And for what? So three drunk guys can say they started a fight over?? what? calling someone a name? I stood there for a good two minutes while Egor from the GAP was breathing hot steam down my neck waiting for me to make a move, meanwhile Napoleon from EXPRESS is still running his mouth (the little ones always do). So I took a second look, the bars were a little overwhelmed with dudes tonight, and maybe these guys are just bummed they ain’t getting laid tonight and the coke and roids has them all bent out of shape. I on the other hand had a great night, seen some old friends, made some new ones and talked to a number of very attractive women… I had no reason to be a hater. My life is damn good. So, we walked away. End of story.

Okay so the title is not 100% true… its not really about California VS Texas, but more of a comparison of the two. I have been living in Texas over 18 months now, and I lived in California just over 24 months before moving here to Texas.

Well in the two years in California I made some great friends, and well we may not stay in touch as much as I would like (mostly my fault for not calling) I consider them some of the most influential people in my life. Now all you peeps in Hawaii and Florida, hold your shit…. you guys are fucking awesome too. But the people I meet in California were friends I made while starting my career. All those stressful days in the office, I needed a good friend to hit up happy hour, or go have lunch with. Jen, Chris, Fabio, Lucy, Brad, lil Sis, Jo, Brian, Trish, Jill, Kristen T., Joel, Cole, the DJ at Garapallo, and all the people who I meet at the bars or happy hour…. lots of people for a small town like San Luis Obispo. On any given day I could call or be called to do something. Beach bon fires, house party, lazy saturday, sunday funday, etc, etc.

Flash forward to Texas, the present, the now. I was in a relationship when I moved here, and didn’t go downtown very often and worked my ass to the bone for the first year. Well now I am single, and have a small group of friends that I go out with. But its not the same, something is different here, the people are different, the attitudes are different. Maybe its because every time I go out I try and talk to people, woman mostly, and they all think I am trying to get in there pants. Well for maybe 5% of the woman I approach that might be true, but really I am just looking to make friends here. I have made a few friends by this approach, but still don’t feel like people understand me. I do find I meet more people older than myself, which is great, but than sometimes find that I don’t have a lot in common with them. I am still young in my career, still trying to find my place, not ready to settle down, can barely manage my responsibilities. I am 27 living in a 30 something city… where are all the 20 somethings like my self?? Lets go get a beer!!