i had an epiphany yesterday.

looking through previous blog entries, i see that i haven't opened any of them with that sentence, which i find somewhat curious because it seems to happen on a semi-regular basis and it occurs periodically in my regular patterns of speech. i think it was a girl that prompted this one, though right now i can't adequately remember the context or anything like that. so anyway, i was pondering my preferences as far as girls go, because you know how it goes, guys dig certain kinds of girls, blondes, brunettes, redheads, well-endowed ones, ones with green eyes, long legs, full sets of teeth, what have you.

so i started thinking about girls i've dated in the past and noticed that, beyond the two X chromosomes (and the full set of teeth), there was no real common denominator. i think a blonde girl in the supermarket is what spurred the revelation i had, because i began to contemplate the stereotype that latino guys dig blonde chicks to the near exclusion of anyone else and started to wonder if that was, at least subconsciously, true for me as well, and i came to the conclusion that it wasn't necessarily the blonde hair that did it, more than anything else, it was fair skin.

now this is rife with all kinds of social and cultural implications. i tan pretty easily, so my skin is a shade or three darker than most everyone i come into contact with. does my attraction to girls with fair skin represent some kind of unconscious self-loathing buried ridiculously deep within my psyche? is the the right side of my body, lighter because of driver tan on my left side, trying to gain outside support in an attempt to gain dominion over the left (dominant, i'm left handed) side of my body? someone somewhere had to have gotten a grant to do some research on this.

there's some election today, make sure you make it to taco bell.

feeling: obstructed
thinking of: lunch, a week from today, with bone
music: "hunk o' burnin love" elvis presley