The musings of a madman...

       Not that anyone needed to know this, but I might have benefitted in my earlier days from some good dating advice.   One might say it was a small miracle that I escaped high school without my virginity. This story ain’t about that… Well, not directly.      See, I always have this thing where I am willing to expend a little effort to see people do well, even if that means they will do better than I am doing or have done.   With that in mind, I used the time I have had in the house over the past seven months helping men with the tools they might use to assist them in securing more and better women.      I hear you laughing, but these kids these days have it MADE.   They have the whole of the internet, cell phones – of which I did not have until age 21 – are standard now, and ON those phones cameras are unavoidable under nearly any stretch short of the kind you send a kid into a gas station countie...

No longer is it enough to ignore unsolicited contact, I'm at the point in my life where I will exchange banter with these spam types for at least long enough to turn the tables... I'm minding my business on the couch with the wife when I am rudely interrupted...  Wife: "g'head, play along" With those words from thine mouth... ... I know how this game starts, finishes and follows through.  A man who swings first stands a better chance of the other party not swinging back.  See?  I've already broken the algorithm!  Boom!  Not today, Russia...   ( Phlip note : we weren't putting any damn clothes back on and were already in bed) Shit...  I could have asked for bobs and vegana.