paralax999

dear nobody.
so this friend of mine, we'll call him friend x, he tells me that he's going to this men's conference thing right? i'm fine with the whole iron john beating drums getting in touch with the inner beast thing, like whatever you need, fine. me, i'll just build something from ikea, or watch fight club, or admire my back hair or something when i need to feel manly, but to each his own.
i'm put on my guard though when he describes what seems to be a respect the cock, how to get laid kind of experience. it's an all weekend, secret handshake, initiation ceremony deal at the american legion. granted he's got to skip my katrina barbque pool party benefit to attend, but whatever again. he's coming out of a bad breakup, i figure it'll get him out of the apartment. stop the whole fetal postion crying calling me at 3 am thing. then tonight he tells me that he has some dates lined up for the week. that the "program" is working. that the secret is telling women what they will do, because that's what they want. call them up, and "tell them that they are going on a romantic date on thursday and to wear something red." he says that telling them what to do does something to them there and there (pointing to the back of my head and then my crotch).
umm.. gross. and creepy. and oogie.
but the really horrible, awful thing is that he does have dates lined up. girls are actually going out with him based on these, for lack of a better work, "principles."

i really hate people. dear god, please send some kind of plague that makes them stop reproducing.

i got to get my canada application in. soon.