Hangover Edition
Met up with a buddy at Bar 244. Had our biweekly George-and-Jerry sessions. At one point, he got so animated he got up from his stool. Girl beside him took his seat.
"Shouldn't have let that happen man."
"I'm a man of honour. I'm a paladin."
"Save that 1950s shit for later. Won't fly here."
"I'm a gentleman."
"That's what you think. She thinks you're a weak supplicating chump. At least say something cocky - 'you're buying me a drink.'"
"You can't change who you are."
"Bro, at a joint like this, being a nice guy gentleman won't get you far. Be a douchebag."
The subject of not changing the real you came up. For 95% of us, you can't get someone being the real you - at least, not initially. As Chris Rock says - When you're meeting someone for the first time, you're not seeing the real them - you're meeting their agent, their representative. Girls are worse. They're wearing heels - they ain't that tall. They're wearing makeup - that ain't their real face. They got a weave on - that ain't their real hair. Fake it till you hit it and quit it. That's what the scene is, really. Love Chris Rock.
The subject of teenage girls came up. He has some teenage groupies. Yeah, they're easier if you can handle the ADD - they haven't evolved the defense mechanisms to ward off repeated offers of dick - no iPods, no inflated egos from trolling clubs and getting their egos stroked by drunk chodes. No games. If they like you, they'll tell you.
But Toronto is a shitty place socially. Lots of sullen faces and uptight people generally looking miserable. I recall a couple of Singaporean buddies on exchange here commenting about Toronto girls not making eye contact, and I didn't think much of it - always thought it was the natural order of events. Then we hit up a hotel lounge in Singapore, and the difference was staggering. No lesbian shit, no chubby white girls with arm fat hanging down to their elbows, pretty girls actually making eye contact and approach invitations galore. Like shooting fish in a barrel, or what Sinatra said about New York - make it here and you'll make it anywhere.
"Shouldn't have let that happen man."
"I'm a man of honour. I'm a paladin."
"Save that 1950s shit for later. Won't fly here."
"I'm a gentleman."
"That's what you think. She thinks you're a weak supplicating chump. At least say something cocky - 'you're buying me a drink.'"
"You can't change who you are."
"Bro, at a joint like this, being a nice guy gentleman won't get you far. Be a douchebag."
The subject of not changing the real you came up. For 95% of us, you can't get someone being the real you - at least, not initially. As Chris Rock says - When you're meeting someone for the first time, you're not seeing the real them - you're meeting their agent, their representative. Girls are worse. They're wearing heels - they ain't that tall. They're wearing makeup - that ain't their real face. They got a weave on - that ain't their real hair. Fake it till you hit it and quit it. That's what the scene is, really. Love Chris Rock.
The subject of teenage girls came up. He has some teenage groupies. Yeah, they're easier if you can handle the ADD - they haven't evolved the defense mechanisms to ward off repeated offers of dick - no iPods, no inflated egos from trolling clubs and getting their egos stroked by drunk chodes. No games. If they like you, they'll tell you.
But Toronto is a shitty place socially. Lots of sullen faces and uptight people generally looking miserable. I recall a couple of Singaporean buddies on exchange here commenting about Toronto girls not making eye contact, and I didn't think much of it - always thought it was the natural order of events. Then we hit up a hotel lounge in Singapore, and the difference was staggering. No lesbian shit, no chubby white girls with arm fat hanging down to their elbows, pretty girls actually making eye contact and approach invitations galore. Like shooting fish in a barrel, or what Sinatra said about New York - make it here and you'll make it anywhere.
posted by Sen | 3/01/2009 12:23:00 PM
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