Yeah... so for the first time in too long I actually have more than one thing I want to post about.
So even though I don't like particularly LIKE posting about more than one thing at a time, I'm afraid all my genius ideas for stuff to bring up will magically be forgotten come tomorrow.
I'll ask you to bare with me while I plunge through them.
Let's begin with a random thought.
Does anyone else have the following conflicting thoughts/emotions when the smell of buttered (microwave or not) popcorn surrounds you? Er, and those would be a combination of mouth watering hunger and stomach clenching nausea. Yeah? Okay, good. Hate to think I'm alone in my neuroses.
And if I am, please don't say so. Please be kind... rewind.
Moving on.
Interesting story (or so I think).
So about a week ago, (ironically, this was the night of the car accident... coincidence? I think not.) I was out with my friends and we ran into one of my roommate's coworkers. We'll call him "Louis". We've actually hung out with Louis before, just not that particular night. Throughout most of the night, Louis basically ignored us. I think he acknowledged us at some point, but mostly stayed "aloof" (as my roommate likes to put it - I'd put it "rude as fuck" but that's just me) all night. Well, that is until the end of the night when he was too drunk (probably) to bother.
Somehow the conversation came up of what his strategy is to figure out if a woman is worth talking to. You know - going past the initial "smile and 'How You Doin?'" routine. Apparently he likes to use the following line - "Yeah, so I live with my parents" to test out a chick. Assuming that if the woman is shallow or just looking for a guy to flirt with that she'll grab her drink and run for hills at that point. Which I suppose in theory COULD work, but I don't think that starting a potential "whatever" by playing games is really the way to go. But hey - that's just me.
I mean - living with the parents is not necessarily a deal breaker. However, living with the parents, on the "10 year college plan", having no car, and barely holding a full-time job MIGHT do the trick. At least for me. But then again, I've never had the highest of standards. ;) Kidding!
The point of all this is that it has led me to consider what I do consider "deal breakers". What about a guy is just too much to overcome?
Bottom line - I once dated a guy with a mullet. Did he ever meet any of my friends??? Hell, no. But I still went out in public with him. And people call me shallow. As if!
5 comments:
It might be a game, but it's pretty harmless when you come to truly understand the potential gain/loss ratio. It's nothing compared to the mess gamish young ladies might play whilst in the throes of a bar room tete a tete. no?
I always thought guys loved it when we played bar room games?!?!
As for harmless - you're right. It truly is. But damned embarassing I would think when it's time to come clean. You do come clean, right?!
...and by the way, i didnt come over and say hi to y'all because i'm rude. it's because i'm a pompous, shallow d*ck whose too good to be seen talking to people i hardly know. and you didnt even offer to buy me a drink! if theres no drink the best you could hope for is a head nod and maybe, and i seriously stress the maybe, a "'sup".
wow, Whoever posted that last anonymous really is a D*CK. and if by "come clean" you mean go home alone, broke and drunk with a whatasized whatachicken sandwich meal deal, then yes. i come clean.
I... uh... think I just peed a little in my pants from laughing so damn much, "anonymous".
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