"Its almost winter, its cold and lonely, and I honestly don't see myself dating anytime soon"
This is how you know it's not genuine- he's craving rejection, and no amount of occultural capital is going to keep him from achieving it. 500 Days of Summer 2: Electric Boogaloo isn't just going to write itself, you know...
This is clearly the guy who, if he decided to date you, would think he was doing you a favor by spending three months trying to find your clitoris. You would frequently be subjected to his lectures on culture. If you disagreed with him, he would chuckle condescendingly, and then inform you that you "have so much to learn."
But, when you finally grow sick of him and dump his anemic ass, he will curl up and become a drivelling pussy because underneath all that arrogance and self-importance, is the most self-loathing and insecure person alive. I mean, not that I've dated anyone like that.
Also, I love the Smiths and Morrissey, but his fans are insufferable.
@EddieTheDane: Oh, stop. You can like a musician and still find their followers annoying. I can listen to a Smiths album, enjoy its tongue-in-cheek lyrics, and not spend the next three hours whining like the blowhard who posted the Craigslist ad.
@Botswana Meat Commission FC: Win win win! Also, you're lucky this is an anonymous forum, or you'd be e-lynched by a mob of hyperventilating Latino Moz fans. Speaking of which, has anyone ever figured out why the Mozzer is such a cult figure within the cute Latino tween and teen contingent?
@snugbug: Because they're allowed to both dress in a hyper-stylized version of Mexican-American macho (bouffants and button down shirts) and yet completely reject the pressure of the machismo society they live in. No i do not want to carry a gun and deal drugs and talk about bangin' chicas, vato. I listen to Morrissey!
This sounds like the guy your bring to your annoying sister's baby shower, the one who likes to ask you, (the NYC apartment dweller, working for "life capital" instead of money, who ditched being a lawyer to um, "see where life takes me," and was secretly Dad's favorite because you always, "Carved your own niche, instead of following the herd like Brenda." ) when you'll ever get married, start popping out the teat-sucklers, and in general be someone she can refer to in conversation without saying, "You know, when she figures it out, and moves to Jersey."
Yeah, this is definitely the guy who'll ask if the dip is soy, if your sister knows there will be no Social Security for her yet to be born corporate asshole offspring, and that it's really uncool to have toilet "paper" instead of recycled mulch in the "loo." Thereby making sure you never have to attend such a gathering again. And as a reward for a job well done, you can let this dude tell you all about iceberg conservation in the Antarctic, and how the Monkey Goats totally jammed at the High Anxiety club on 28th and 3rd during the PATH ride home, and never call him again. Like ever. Win!
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This is how you know it's not genuine- he's craving rejection, and no amount of occultural capital is going to keep him from achieving it. 500 Days of Summer 2: Electric Boogaloo isn't just going to write itself, you know...
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He is correct to separate "vegan desserts" out from "food" though. I wouldn't feed that pasty rot to my worst enemy.
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But, when you finally grow sick of him and dump his anemic ass, he will curl up and become a drivelling pussy because underneath all that arrogance and self-importance, is the most self-loathing and insecure person alive. I mean, not that I've dated anyone like that.
Also, I love the Smiths and Morrissey, but his fans are insufferable.
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This makes my brain hurt...like an Escher print
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Yeah, this is definitely the guy who'll ask if the dip is soy, if your sister knows there will be no Social Security for her yet to be born corporate asshole offspring, and that it's really uncool to have toilet "paper" instead of recycled mulch in the "loo." Thereby making sure you never have to attend such a gathering again. And as a reward for a job well done, you can let this dude tell you all about iceberg conservation in the Antarctic, and how the Monkey Goats totally jammed at the High Anxiety club on 28th and 3rd during the PATH ride home, and never call him again. Like ever. Win!
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stop me stop me
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more like an asshat.
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