OK Folks, literally since I've been here I've discovered some wonderful things and some very disturbing. First of all for those who are geographically challenged... Galveston is considered an island but is primarily a sand bar we put buildings on. I work out on Pelican island so thankfully I can hop off the island from time to time. I f***ing love waking up and stumbling out of my apartment to see the ocean each morning... I admit that is better than a shot of espresso in a crappy Starshmucks many times over. Living here means you're around the places people hope to go vacation to every day of your life out here... the catch... is you're also around the people hoping to vacation out here... lots of tourists congesting traffic.

Also if you fart here... the whole island knows... word of mouth spreads about the speed of light. I literally told someone I was quitting at my job and headed straight there... as I walked in the boss lady had my papers out and ready. Out here you have to do one of two things... either stay clamped shut and don't ever let your tongue slip out information unless you want it to be public knowledge... Or care less about the world than picturing it as a spec of dust beneath your feet. I lived in San Francisco and I thought word spread there fast... literally on an island filled with people who have nothing better to do than gossip and your any and every detail are plastered around the island as if you were a celebrity.

Now with that in mind... you'd think that if you were a good guy... one who is helpful, knows how to cook, intelligent, powerful, and generally the thing a lot of women complain about not having... you'd be flocked to faster than a chocolate factory having a free samples day. Not the case... there is this general stigma here that you do not go out with folks on the island and especially not in your university. If you so much as accidentally flirt with anyone... they know... and worse... too many know and now you look like a playboy. Have sex... and hell they might as well have been standing there with yall... they know more about it by the time you walk out in your strut than had you just had a voyeur exhibition.

So what is a guy to do about trying to find someone? I don't want to date anyone from the island primarily because of this issue. I prefer the times when a woman I broke it off with months ago knows a couple flaws... and generally no one gave a s**t.