There is no justice in the world. Granted, this is HARDLY a revelation (if it is, you're in REAL trouble), but sometimes I just like to wallow in the capriciousness off it all.
Groupies are good example. Oh sure, fame, money, and power are always solid lures. Hell, Bill Gates, Bill Clinton, and even the Kennedys would have to troll through the darkest, most pathetic corners of the red light district to get a chick if they werent' rich, powerful, and/or famous. Nevertheless, there are some types of professions that just attract women in droves, regardless of how socially useful they are. Take, for example, the rock star. This is the group that is absolutely notorious for nabbing more chicks than they can handle (and yet they manage). Hell, you don't even need to be a rock star per se. Even if you're in some backward hardly-heard band or CLAIM to be in some such band, your odds of scoring are greatly improved. It's practically a Pavlovian response with chicks. As soon as they see someone show some moderate musical ability they...well, not salivate, but the other thing that chicks do. Come to think of it, chicks like visual artists, too. If you're a writer, you have to be famous before chicks like you.
Then there's the opposite end of the spectrum from the groupie magnets in the rock world: computer nerds. Reality check: in the modern world, a geek who is fluent in C++, Java, AND Perl will probably make infinitely more money than your typical slacker band. Sure they speak a language no one can understand, have the fashion sense of the bog men that keep turning up, and consider a day at the computer to be exciting and fulfilling, but at least they're a sure thing! At least they actually CONTRIBUTE to society! Girls hate that. Of course, there ARE some smart women out there who can see the value of a geek and marry him...and then have an affair with a rock star.
Then there's me. I'm doomed. I'm a writer who does stuff on computer. I'm not rich, I'm not famous, and I'm not powerful, so I actually have to rely of SUBSTANCE, something that doesn't go very far among the hot and horny. Nevertheless, you'd think that SURELY some desperate nerd chicks would stumble across my work and become hopelessly enamored with me. I mean, hell, murderers serving life sentences get more chicks than I do! Oddly, though, all of my hard word and blood, sweat and tears is failing to pay off in any meaningful way.
It's just as well, though. I do my work to enrich mankind! I slave away in order to impart my wisdom on the masses! And if I shall go unappreciated and unknown and unlaid through my life, it is enough for me to know that somehow my legacy will live on!
Damn, sometimes I'm such a liar I even stun myself. In truth, I want the fame! And the power! And the chicks! And the fast cars! And the mansion! And the private island! And the Jet! And a bulldozer just because!
I sort of got a couple of kind-of-groupies, but they're not true groupies since I shall never get any, in both cases for very good reasons. Still, though, there IS hope for me and my depressing kind! Kinda flattering that at least a few people get it. It gives me the impetus to keep me going even in the face of an indifferent world.
The REAL question is, though, what would I do if I did, beyond all odds, get a groupie? I'd probably die. I doubt that my brain could take the strain and would either explode or turn to a soft, tasty mush. Mmmmm...mush... Ideally, I'd like a groupie that lived far away so I could wallow in her insane and largely undeserved praise while being safe in my little tower with my BIG tower tucked away in my pants.
I'm such a loser.