This week’s Dustinland is based on a true story as told to me by a friend of mine. Obviously the last panel isn’t true but the rest is. Fun times. It makes me wonder how many wild swingers there really are out there, secretly humping their next door neighbors. A whiles back I drew an epic comic about the same topic from my own personal experiences. It was called Partners and it’s a good read. I wish I could create those kind of extra length strips more often but I barely have the time to draw one page a week, as you can see.
Anyway, enjoy your swingers.
This week’s Dustinland comic is not really based on my wife, because she’s pretty good about these kinds of things. But she does have the occasional moment of unsure what should I wear panic. The girl in the strip is really a combination of women I have dated and stories I’ve heard from other people. And yes, it’s a bit of a cliché, I know, haha, what is this a sitcom? But really, clichés exist for a reason, and that’s all I’ll say about that before I have to flee to Mexico again.
I was recently out in the city and was noticing the interactions of some young single whippersnappers and it inspired me to draw this comic. Not because I am some super pimp dating guru, but simply because I remember when I was young and single and stupid, chasing after girls and not understanding why things weren’t working out. For most dudes, it takes a while to have that realization that you have to be more than just a “nice guy.” Of course, this is only part of the puzzle, because like I show in the comic, the reaction to this realization can result in major asshole-itude. It’s subtle. It’s something that can’t be told to you. It’s something that comes with age — hopefully. So as fun as it is to imagine what if some future me could have traveled back in time and dropped all this knowledge on younger me, there’s a good chance it wouldn’t have made one bit of difference.
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This week’s Dustinland is based off some observations I’ve made recently. I touched on the subject of desperation back in 2004, but now I have a few new ideas on the subject. Must be that wisdom that comes with age. Yup, I sure am wise. But yeah, desperation is a killer. You can sense it instantly, like dogs and fear. The key is really to just be happy with yourself, just enjoying riding solo and being single, while simultaneously being able to playfully flirt. That’s easier said than done though, especially during a prolonged dry streak.
Don’t get this week’s Dustinland wrong: I don’t really fight with my wife much but of course there are a lot of little things we rag on each other about. And it’s all fun and good when that happens, even if once in a while it gets a little serious. The problem lies when little arguments are constantly springing up in place of bigger ones. You see it in unhappy couples. Lots of little bickering about nothing, that comes out because they’re both trying to hide the real issues that are making them unhappy. Sometimes I think everyone can see it except for the people doing it. But that’s life — it’s so easy to see when other people are making mistakes, but so hard to notice it in yourself.
You know, Ho Blind? Like Snow Blind? Sheesh, tough crowd.
Seriously though, this week’s Dustinland is a topic I tackled a few years ago, but this time I think I got it right. I also realized I haven’t been touching on subjects of sex and love quite as much as I once did. That’s probably because I’m a long way from single these days, and that’s when you really start thinking about those things. I’ll see if I can dig up some more theories though, since it’s a great topic. The best really.
I originally intended this week’s Dustinland to be purely something to cheer up depressed single folk. Whether you were just dumped, you’re in a huge drought, you love someone who doesn’t love you, or you’re just feeling down and out about yourself and your future prospects — that lonely, hopeless feeling is something everyone has felt at some point. But then I thought about it some more and didn’t want my strip to come out like some preachy cliché, even though it’s almost impossible to avoid clichés when covering this subject. So I mixed it up a little, especially with that 6th panel, which could strike people the wrong way. In fact, I could see people being mean and just forwarding around the first six panels, just to make people cry. So don’t do that! Because in the end I want this strip to make people laugh. Happy single people, sad single people, people in relationships — everyone. And if it cheers you up a bit, then even better.