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October 31, 2006
When the Moon Hits your Eye
A while ago, I signed up for a newsletter from some dude giving tips on picking up women. He selling a series of DVDs by giving a brief hint of his inside advice before providing testimonials from guys with apparently changed lives. Without giving away any of his valuable tips, to summarize his philosophy, to "score the ladies" it's best to be a jerk.
According to the CP (10/30/06), The Comedy Network is launching a program called Keys to the VIP with a similar concept. In its first episode it sends two men out to compete in a bar to approach women, insult their shoes, try to recover from their remark before attempting a play for their victim's affection.
Host Alen Bubic insists he respects women including rather sappily his grandmother. However, he wants to help socially awkward dudes. He describes one of his close pals as "brilliant when it comes to the books, but he's got absolute social leprosy. He doesn't have a clue how to socialize with other human beings."
My best friend, unlike Bubic, I would never describe as socially inept but she has her fair share of eccentricities, nonetheless.
After several unsuccessful online dates, she asked me many times what she was doing wrong. Finally, agreeing with my advice, she decided that you have to kiss a lot of frogs first and she continued to be herself on dates.
Eventually, she met a wonderful guy online that is a great match for her. They're living together now and get along extremely well as both of them were able to be themselves right from the start, quirks and all. Such a story makes me ask, why do we all need to be performers on some imaginary stage?
Look up at the night sky and although some are brighter, almost all the stars look the same. Meanwhile, the moon only reflects the light of the sun but its surface full of craters has a human face that has led to myth and legend.
I'd rather be made of cheese than some loud exploding supernova. Sometimes I wax philosophically, I guess in my waning years... talk about cheesy lines!
Posted by Will at October 31, 2006 11:28 AM
Comments
I would have to say I had a very similar experience. Thankfully, I wasn't the one who did the drunken deed. A guy, who was unaware of my true feelings (at that time), rang me on his way home from the pub, totally pissed out of his tiny mind, his sense of propriety addled by ethanol. But the thing was, this call meant a lot to me at that time because he said a few things that he wouldn't normally say if he was stone cold sober. I am thankful for having that window of opportunity. And frankly, he should have dont it a teeny weeny bit more often.
Posted by: winegum fanatic at November 8, 2006 8:53 AM
