The origins of my low hanging fruit, a personal account.

It started at a pizza joint in Chapel Hill, NC. A group of my college friends reunited that weekend, and a discussion emerged from the $3 drafts and pepperoni pizza. "What type of girls do you go for?"

Some answered with traditional responses. Big ass. Hot face. Feisty personality that probably means more fun in bed. And one person answered "wide mouth." Kinda confused about the last one, but to each their own. When it came to me, I knew my response already. Low hanging fruit..um...what you say? Allow me to explain.

You're rocking out at a party full of smoke. You're in the fucking zone. Already 5 good convos deep, effectively planting five solid seeds with five above average women and it's only midnight. You post up on a spot at the edge of the dance floor to scan the crowd, hoping one the of aforementioned girls is available for a late night grind and make out.

Then it happens.

A busty little red head with a moderate face comes up to you, grabs the back of your head, and punishes your open mouth with her tongue. You know her. She has a rep for being a blackout, and the Jack Daniels taste now in your mouth (you were drinking gin) confirms this. It's late. It's aggressive. It's my low hanging fruit.

Forget that tall 8.5 blonde working for Apple that might be interested. The stacked brunette who used to cheer in college, no way. It's simply not an option anymore. You're job is done. One phrase later, "let's go back to my house" and the party is over, the fat lady has sung, and in less time than it takes to watch an episode of the Family Guy you're going to be face deep is bosom. You motor-boating son of a bitch!

The philosophy of the low hanging fruit is simple. If it's there, if it's available, and if it's easy to get to, do it. Don't worry about those higher options. They all seem very far away, require a greater work load, and may not pan out. But that sweet and succulent low hanging fruit. So available. So ripe. It's easy to pick and the instant gratification is something our generation thrives on.

So here is my first blog entry on the low hanging fruit philosophy. Let me make a disclaimer. I DO NOT only go for the low hanging fruit. That would be lazy. Sometimes I need to achieve those higher goals to sustain a successful life. But sometimes, many times, I like to reach my arm up in a 45 degree angle and take down a piece of low hanging fruit that may or may not be starting to rot. Who cares? It's still good. But, most importantly it's there. And, there's something to be said for that.

"A so so T-Rex", University of North Carolina 2007, the first fruit picker and "low hanging fruit" name dropper