End of this series. I’m over it. Back to the fun stuff! >:D
Regardless of whether we find out years from now via declassified documents that the 2016 USA election was tampered with, one thing is for certain which I knew way before people voted.
I’m from Manhattan, NYC. I vote as an Independent, but this is basically a Democrat town, other than the borough of Staten Island, which apparently votes Republican.
In cities, we live vertically, not horizontally, meaning that hundreds of people might share the same lobby of a hi-rise apartment building.
This is different from living in the sticks where people have houses, lawns, and most importantly LAWN SIGNS.
Every person that I know… **EVERY** person that I know who had to drive past people’s actual houses in their daily routine reported **ONLY** seeing Trump signs on people’s lawns. Continue reading “Loser Society – Epilogue”
It doesn’t matter how many people are in the building if they all know that the wolf eats rabbits.
Here’s the thing. At the end of the day, dudes want to get laid. We all have different processes for making that happen.
Some of us are simply attractive dudes, so that’s the end of that story. No magic or special techniques involved. Chicks just like us. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Other guys pay for sex. Other guys barter for sex. Other guys attempt NLP. Other guys utilize influence and/or coercion. Other guys write songs. Other guys use drugs & alcohol. Other guys offer marriage…
Regardless of the technique, the bottom line is that attractive women need to remain vigilant because any guy that wants them is scheming to get them regardless of what they think or feel. Continue reading “Regarding The Casting Couch”
What ethical responsibility do we have to consider problems that are not our own?
I love this story so much I’ve told it a thousand times 😀 but I was sitting at a bar in a restaurant in midtown Manhattan, NYC, USA, with my excellent homegirl, sipping drinks that cost a gazillion dollars, and explaining to her something about how I was trying to understand how it feels to be an assembly line worker whose only skill as far as earning potential was putting a door on a car.
Obviously I wasn’t trying at that very second! 😀 but I meant that mentally, philosophically, emotionally, I was attempting to access the same set of feelings I might have had in a circumstance like that.
I originally started thinking about this mainly from seeing the documentary Roger & Me: