Dating, by MikeD
Currently listening to: My Chemical Romance - Give 'em Hell, kid
In an email conversation with MikeD today, the ladies man himself offered me this insightful piece of dating advice (to protect the innocent, the person in question will be denoted by "J"):
"One time J was at a bar and he tried saying hello to
some crazy hot female at the bar. She wouldn't give him the time of
day. Later on that same night, J had to take his keys out for
something. Hot girl saw his Audi key and said "Ohhh you have an
Audi!?!" and immediately started gettin' all up ons. J, being
J, shot her down; disgusted that she was only interested after
seeing his car. I would have obviously taken advantage of the
situation, as I hope you would have as well. And my recommendation
for you is flaunt those keys like it's your job."
I will admit, it has been tried already. When working out at the gym the other night, I had my keys caribeanered to my nalgene bottle and I purposely let the beautiful four-rings shine with all their glory towards the cute girl a few machines down. Glances were exchanged. So, it was either the keys alluding to the hot car in the parking lot outside or yours truly. Either way, booya.
In an email conversation with MikeD today, the ladies man himself offered me this insightful piece of dating advice (to protect the innocent, the person in question will be denoted by "J"):
"One time J was at a bar and he tried saying hello to
some crazy hot female at the bar. She wouldn't give him the time of
day. Later on that same night, J had to take his keys out for
something. Hot girl saw his Audi key and said "Ohhh you have an
Audi!?!" and immediately started gettin' all up ons. J, being
J, shot her down; disgusted that she was only interested after
seeing his car. I would have obviously taken advantage of the
situation, as I hope you would have as well. And my recommendation
for you is flaunt those keys like it's your job."
I will admit, it has been tried already. When working out at the gym the other night, I had my keys caribeanered to my nalgene bottle and I purposely let the beautiful four-rings shine with all their glory towards the cute girl a few machines down. Glances were exchanged. So, it was either the keys alluding to the hot car in the parking lot outside or yours truly. Either way, booya.
3 Comments:
Tim Baird, you bitch... caribeanered? Jesus Tapdancing Christ.
http://www.mph-online.com/mag/features/0057
Looks of disgust don't count Timmy. She was probably revolting from your utterly fat body. Keeping it Real like Ron Popeil.
Kurt
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