Thursday, September 27, 2007
Butter
Have you ever heard a guy tell another guy that someone has a “butter” face? No, well let me enlighten you. This is actually a statement that is used in the “polite” society of gentlemen. Guys say this when they want to get a point across while not being rude. You see what they are saying in essence is this: “I like everything but-ter face!” Yes, this is appalling, but honestly I cannot help but laugh! It really is hilarious!
Just for fun!
Here are some funny statements that have been said to me and my friends. Enjoy!
“My boyfriend has a girlfriend and it’s not me.”
Boyfriend says to girlfriend “Are you going Goth tonight?” Girlfriend replys “Are you trying to say that my eye make-up is too dark?” Boyfriend “No, I am just saying you look Goth.”
“Your face looks like a bee stung it!”
“I really want to, but maybe you should brush your teethe first.”
“My boyfriend has a girlfriend and it’s not me.”
Boyfriend says to girlfriend “Are you going Goth tonight?” Girlfriend replys “Are you trying to say that my eye make-up is too dark?” Boyfriend “No, I am just saying you look Goth.”
“Your face looks like a bee stung it!”
“I really want to, but maybe you should brush your teethe first.”
The "look"
This is a problem that I feel presides over the human (single) race like a nasty, nasty plague! Let me get you on the same page as myself. Imagine yourself at your favorite coffee shop, personally, I love the one down the street from my apartment, and you notice a cute guy reading, drinking coffee, smoking, eating, etc… THEN, he looks up from his mid day break from reality and catches eyes with you. Both of you, slightly shy, smile at each other; lock eyes for a split second, then... nothing. He looks up at you several more times, finishes up what he came there to do and promptly leaves. Of course, not before giving you one last giggle grin to set your heart turning and your brain trying to figure out what all those looks meant. There was no wedding ring. Maybe a girlfriend? That is, possibly, one of my favorite scenarios. What’s a girl (or boy) to do in this type of situation? Should you follow him and express how much you have fallen in love over those five luscious-eye-locking episodes?
I have encountered situations where the guy doesn’t leave. The looks turn into audible questions: “come here often?” type stuff. However, my question today deals with the scenario when the guy seems cute but shy. You just know that he wants to meet you. Should you wait for him, or make the first move yourself? You don’t want to seem pushy, but maybe he is worrying about the same fear. These looks can happen anywhere. I tend to stick to the “feeling technique” if it feels right do it. However, that can end disastrously too. That’s really all I have to say. Should you go talk to the guy or shouldn’t you? I don’t know. It’s too hard to decide. I can never really tell what the guy is thinking. Can you?
I have encountered situations where the guy doesn’t leave. The looks turn into audible questions: “come here often?” type stuff. However, my question today deals with the scenario when the guy seems cute but shy. You just know that he wants to meet you. Should you wait for him, or make the first move yourself? You don’t want to seem pushy, but maybe he is worrying about the same fear. These looks can happen anywhere. I tend to stick to the “feeling technique” if it feels right do it. However, that can end disastrously too. That’s really all I have to say. Should you go talk to the guy or shouldn’t you? I don’t know. It’s too hard to decide. I can never really tell what the guy is thinking. Can you?
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
The Honk.
Ok, so what is this about? I am going to stray from specifically writing a story about some complement and ask a general question: what the hell does the “honk” mean? So, I was walking my dog today, I guess I am adhering to the normal format. Anyway, as we were beginning our walk I hear: “hey! Yeah, girl, uh huh!” Then, “honk, honk.” There were three guys in a scruffy looking, light blue, work truck “calling” to me. I am certain that this honk had relatively little to do with my actual physical attractiveness. I have known people that I feel are not the most attractive of people, none of which are my friends, tell of how they too have been honked at. Attraction, I think, is beside the point; the question to ask is what exactly are these guys hoping to accomplish? Do these men think that by honking it forces some hormone to excrete from the female and cause them to be overwhelmingly attracted to them? I mean, if that is the thought it is completely wrong or I am not excreting the correct amount of the hormone.
I did think while I was picking up my dogs feces, after the honking episode, “what if next time I am honked at I walk over and say hi.” Nothing more, just hi; would they talk to me? What if I was swept off my feet by some random guy in a truck? That might be cool! Why are they always driving trucks, it doesn’t matter, I am going to do it! Next time someone honks at me he is getting my phone number!
So, really, what the hell does the honk mean? If you know please enlighten us all!
I did think while I was picking up my dogs feces, after the honking episode, “what if next time I am honked at I walk over and say hi.” Nothing more, just hi; would they talk to me? What if I was swept off my feet by some random guy in a truck? That might be cool! Why are they always driving trucks, it doesn’t matter, I am going to do it! Next time someone honks at me he is getting my phone number!
So, really, what the hell does the honk mean? If you know please enlighten us all!
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Was that a compliment?
I was riding in a group of about 300 bicyclists and had lost my boyfriend somewhere in the crowd. After looking around for sometime for him I decided I would most likely be spending the rest of the ride alone. Then, somewhere from behind me, I heard my name being yelled. My boyfriend quickly joined up with me. I asked him how he was able to locate me in the large crowd. “I looked around and then finally noticed your butt; I could spot your ass anywhere!” “Wow,” I said, “that’s sweet.” Really, why would someone say that?
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