Archive - July 2006
So Close, And YetÖ
Iím a cool guy.
No, wait. Hear me out.
Iíve been thinking about this. And I have determined, after many, many years, I am finally COOL. And I can prove it.
First. I have my own place. And itís not in my parentsí basement.
Second. I have a car. And it starts. Every time.
Third. I can stay up as late as I want.
Fourth. I can buy beer.
Fifth. I have had sex, and, God-willing, will have it again.
Cool. Thatís me.
Oh sure, all of this comes twenty years too late to do me any good. But, if I could ever get past security at the local high school, Iíd claim my rightful place at the cool kidsí table. And donít worry about me, Iím quite adept at ignoring sideways glances and snarky comments. It may surprise some of you to find out Iíve dealt with those before.
High school finally conquered, Iíll turn my attentions to my current status, and see where I stand. As it turns out, the litmus test for ďCoolĒ changes as you get older.
Question #1. Dental plan? Answer. Does keeping your fingers crossed count?
Question #2. High paying job? Answer. Job? No comprendez.
Question #3. 401k? Answer. See #1.
Question #4. German import? Answer. Do the Germans make Hondas?
Question #5. Vacation home. Answer. I have a bonus room. And internet porn. So Iíll count this as a ďYes.Ē
Okay. That could have gone better. Perhaps Iíll just start getting ready for the future. If I plan now, maybe I can be cool in my seventies.
Question #1. Bladder control? Answer. Iím doing my Kegelís right now.
Question #2. Erection? Answer. See #1, and internet porn.
Question #3. Health insurance? Answer. Working on Canadian citizenship as we speak.
Question #4. Outspoken disdain for those ďdamn kids?Ē Answer. Ahead of the game, captain.
Question #5. Fondness for post-meal naps? Answer. Roger that.
Past and present Iíve pretty well given up on, but the future is looking bright. Maybe, if youíre real lucky, Iíll let you park your Rascal at my table in the retirement home.
I have a question about guys.
You see, I went to a dance (which was a mistake - high school
dances suck) and met a guy there. He seemed ok, apart from
seeming to think I appreciated being lifted up without warning.
But, the next day at school, I started hearing less than
flattering stories about this guy, and I saw him in daylight.
He also took to following me home from school and showing up
unannounced at my house on weekends. I told him to give me
space, but it didn't work. How can I get him to leave me
alone, without causing my murder or his suicide?
A Person With an Annoying Stalker
Let me congratulate you on seeing the light regarding high school dances. The only women who might enjoy them are bitter divorcees with a penchant for inexperienced males.
I appreciate your concern for your well-being with regards to shedding yourself of this stalker, but I must say that his potential suicide is, at best, tangential to your predicament. In fact, it would solve your problem. I'm not saying you should cause his suicide, but if it happens, hey, c'est la vie. (Joke intended.)
Having shown interest in a high school male, you have set yourself up for this. I'm not blaming you. Just stating a fact. You have a few options. If you have a neighbor with a new baby, introduce the child as your own. (Caveat: This may only serve as evidence that you put out, so use with caution.) Go lesbo. Sure, you might have to switch schools, but everything has a cost. Tell him you have a penis. Tell him you only date guys who do drugs. His ensuing addiction will take care of the problem. Get the class homosexual to start hanging out with him, a lot. He'll leave school out of self defense.
One of those should work. And I hope you've learned your lesson. No good can come from high school dances.
Hope that helps,
Listen. You've got a lot anger here. Did a roving gang of fatties do something to you? Or is it just this girl? Did you have an unfortunate hook-up that she won't let go of?
The world is to worried about not upsetting people. If you want someone to leave you alone, piss them off. Sure, there will be consequences, but you can't let that stop you. You've got to stand strong, Ez. Did Washington worry about pissing off the British? Did Stalin worry about pissing off the farmers when he slaughtered them for resisting? Did Mary Jo Poniak worry about pissing me off when she refused to give me a hand job in Chemistry class?
Hope that helps,
Recently, my inbox has been flooded with letters of concern. I would like to extend a public and heartfelt "Thank You" to each and everyone of you for you kind words and thoughtfulness. It is truly appreciated, and a refreshing change in a world sadly known for selfish beings and uncaring cads.
However, I can assure that I do not have Erectile Dysfunction, and, based on the latest research, I do not have a tiny penis.
I love hearing from you. But these emails, while thoughtful, are simply unnecessary.
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