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16-Jun-2020 14:21

I might have had better luck convincing them I was a a very lost and confused lesbian. I was bottoming out after talking to guy after guy for .My voice was so hoarse that it was one broken leg away from a glue factory, and my personality had a heavy case of whiskey d**k.That's how I imagine this gentleman felt, except that instead of being the smartest man in the room, he was the best-looking.This was only heightened by the fact that most of the men at the event were, as I said, aggressively average -- like, community-college average. Most of the men were hilarious -- unintentionally, that is.

" Convinced I had misheard him, I asked him to repeat that. I know how that scenario usually ends: a rain coat, an axe and "Hip to Be Square" by Huey Lewis and the News blasting from a stereo.

But how long can we expect people to react with such forbearance and common sense?

The choice of Nice as a target – whether deliberately calculated by Isis or not – is potentially explosive.

(I'd like to go on record and say those men are horrible, and the human equivalent of a parfait.) The men here were normal dudes: mostly over 30, and mostly in custody of faces I almost instantly forgot. Have you ever been at a party and realized, with a cold sweat and a shiver of dread, that you were the smartest one in the room?

It's happened to me once before; I realized that if I was the smartest person in the room, then we were all screwed.

" Convinced I had misheard him, I asked him to repeat that. I know how that scenario usually ends: a rain coat, an axe and "Hip to Be Square" by Huey Lewis and the News blasting from a stereo.But how long can we expect people to react with such forbearance and common sense?The choice of Nice as a target – whether deliberately calculated by Isis or not – is potentially explosive.(I'd like to go on record and say those men are horrible, and the human equivalent of a parfait.) The men here were normal dudes: mostly over 30, and mostly in custody of faces I almost instantly forgot. Have you ever been at a party and realized, with a cold sweat and a shiver of dread, that you were the smartest one in the room?It's happened to me once before; I realized that if I was the smartest person in the room, then we were all screwed.The event, which was held in the confines of a cavernous bar downtown, had a surprisingly large turnout. " I looked at my name tag, which was peeling off already, as if it knew that the "T" written on it was all some horrible lie. That, and never buy knives from that dude from high school.