Thursday 5/16/24
I definitely love when I'm running stairs, clearly working out, there is no shortage of people around, and five women ask me to take their photo, simply because I was closest for like a second. Not inconsiderate at all. Let me just stop the workout and do whatever you want. What do I say? I say, "Sorry, I'm busy." I do give you the "sorry." If you ask me for directions, I'll answer you without stopping. If you require help or care, I stop then and I'll do whatever you need.
Fucking people, man.
While we're on the stairs, in a manner of speaking: Walk straight up stairs, not across and up them.
I can't account for the dumbass "reels" that Facebook insists on showing me in my feed. Today I got one where it's "How to tell if she's into you."
These things always sound vaguely, "Let me teach you about turning a soft no into a hard yes" to me. The kind of thing that Barstool fans would be into.
This was a list of ten surefire ways to learn whether she wants you. Awesome.
One of them was, "Do a yawn, and if she does a yawn after you yawned, that means she was checking you out, big time."
Oh. Good to know. It's like the stuff of a Fragonard painting.
Another: "If you make eye contact and she looks away, that means she thinks you're hot."
Huh. What useful and no doubt true information. I guess I have some yawning and staring to do.
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