
I occasionally get the most enigmatic messages from someone who doesn't read this site (Hi Mary!) because in spite of all her PhDs and JDs and various other Ds hasn't figured out that I know how to haunt the internet like nobody's home. And my response is typical what-comes-after-beta male behavior: pen an equally enigmatic post about bar napkins or the burn of sunlight on bloodshot eyes or how to survive a sudden reversal of the Earth's gravity.
I swear to god, if the way to my heart isn't shameless flattery, by god it must be purposeful bewilderment. I can't tell you how many women have busted my will simply by virtue of their poor grammar or woefully misheard song lyrics or just plain, flat-out dementia. Not to mention the really hot ones. With or without the aforementioned qualities. Mercy!
That said, I am in a fragile, vulnerable state and must hereby declare National LURKING Day. I am requesting those of you who visit this site NOT to leave any comments, because, seriously, who doesn't NOT like to see a full comment box every now and then? I equate it to working as a speech pathologist and after a long day of dealing with pathological speakers, you get home to a house full of people who want to, you guessed it, speak to you. This is why you don't want to be married to, what is it? A Chef? A Marriage Counselor? Contortionist? I forget the joke.
Seriously, would it hurt you to NOT leave a comment? Shhh!
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