Why are people stupid in the ways of dating? I get its not easy, but it's not rocket science. It's harder to actually go up to the girl you really like than it is to actually do the talking.
I just went out on a double date last night, and my friend bombed. Badly. He spent more time telling the girl she looked wonderful in the dress, she had pretty eyes, he liked her hair, she had a pretty voice, she smelled nice, her shoes were pretty, she had great taste in food (no she didn't), etc. If you haven't already gotten the hint, he spent the entire night with his head up her ass instead of actually talking to her, getting to know her, etc.
Oh, and I had to cover his dinner, because he suddenly cried poor mouth. (Sigh.)
Whatever happened to asking a girl out to a concert, going bowling, putt-putt, whatever? Bonding time with activity. Unless you're a repulsive lout, or she's a dramatic prima donna, at the very least you have a great time. Maybe you date, maybe you don't, but at least the night's a success in any case.
I digress though. Pussy is all that matters to most of my guy friends here. I think I need some new friends.
On a positive note, inventory is over. I survived another 6 months. I should probably put something zen here about that, but frankly I'm too baked to think of it, and I just want to sleep.
So here's some Alice in Chains. You're welcome.
I just went out on a double date last night, and my friend bombed. Badly. He spent more time telling the girl she looked wonderful in the dress, she had pretty eyes, he liked her hair, she had a pretty voice, she smelled nice, her shoes were pretty, she had great taste in food (no she didn't), etc. If you haven't already gotten the hint, he spent the entire night with his head up her ass instead of actually talking to her, getting to know her, etc.
Oh, and I had to cover his dinner, because he suddenly cried poor mouth. (Sigh.)
Whatever happened to asking a girl out to a concert, going bowling, putt-putt, whatever? Bonding time with activity. Unless you're a repulsive lout, or she's a dramatic prima donna, at the very least you have a great time. Maybe you date, maybe you don't, but at least the night's a success in any case.
I digress though. Pussy is all that matters to most of my guy friends here. I think I need some new friends.
On a positive note, inventory is over. I survived another 6 months. I should probably put something zen here about that, but frankly I'm too baked to think of it, and I just want to sleep.
So here's some Alice in Chains. You're welcome.
My wife and i's first date was putt putt.