Redefining Hotness

"Love everyone, but only fuck the hot chicks."
For months, The Chemical Buddha tried to love everyone (and everything). Or at least everyone and everything that would let him 'love' it. And while it led to several awkward mornings of hung over haze looking at the latest whale he’d just harpooned, it also helped The Chemical Buddha decide he'd rather just fuck the hot chicks. So while he could still feel love towards all things, he didn’t need to express it physically with everyone. Especially those who were f'ugly. Unless he was really drunk or really horny or really high or just didn't want to sleep by himself or if every attractive woman he had hit on shot him down, then he would give up his pursuit of hot chicks and settle for whoever he could nail.
How often do you settle in your life?
What line do you need to draw between what you want and what you're willing to put up with?
How will making choices to go after what you want help you in your life?

Love This

“If love is the answer, what the hell was the question?”
Unlike most, if not all Buddhists, The Chemical Buddha never believed that love was the answer to everything. He thought ‘like’ was a decent answer and so was ‘fuck buddies’ or ‘pound puppies.’ Did the answer always have to be love? As the western love holiday of Valentine’s Day approached, TCB often tried to figure out what the fuss was about. If love was the answer, did he need to love just one person or could he love every hot, attractive, fuckable person that he saw? That at least was an idea he might be able to get behind (or on top of). He could ‘love’ them, at least until he’d seen them naked and/or came. Then he would be off to find a new ‘love.’
Who/what/where do you love?
Do you think there’s a ‘right’ way to love and be loved.