Before you accept dating advice from some dude, make sure you’re aware of what level of women he has experience with and is referring to.
Every time I see a picture of this gal I know, she’s someplace new.
Not just new, as in “I haven’t seen a picture of her in that place before”, but new as in “I’VE NEVER HEARD OF THAT CITY OR COUNTRY EVER BEFORE IN MY LIFE!” new.
It’s pretty annoying. 🙂 [yet, simultaneously fun and interesting]
I mean, I’ll click on her picture and it’ll say the location is West Mxyzptlkstan or some nonsense, and I’m like “not again! :/”
I was thinking about her the other day and started considering the difference in difficulty levels in kickin’ it to women.. or perhaps, not kickin’ it, because anybody can just start running their mouths and hope something good happens, but rather difficulty levels in IMPRESSING women, or at least remaining in the pocket and not getting blitzed out of the game. Continue reading “Difficulty Levels”
According to Webster’s, one of the definitions of “Classy” is “Having or reflecting high standards of personal behavior”. Of course, that has to be measured subjectively, by the individual that’s judging for themselves what’s classy and what isn’t. If you take “society’s standards” as a point of reference, there are areas where I exhibit class and areas where I don’t.
I was walking down the street with a friend of mine one sunny afternoon as we were enjoying the day together. We had just come from the museum and were heading to one of my favorite places to eat and after that we were going to head to the movies. I was running my mouth about something and I noticed that there was a lady pushing an older lady in a wheelchair and she was attempting to enter a store, having understandable difficulty with the door.
Instinctively, and probably in mid-sentence, I hustled over and grabbed the door so the woman could easily push the other lady inside. They both smiled and thanked me and I smiled and said “You’re Welcome”. A few seconds later, my friend caught up, and I continued whatever I was talking about at the time.
She was smiling and says to me something like “That was really nice of you”.. To which, I replied “What was?”. I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about and started scanning my story for something in it that she might have been referring to. Continue reading “Class”