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Originally posted by AchtungBaby80
A guy came up to me at the bar this past weekend and proceeded to try and chat me up, only I swear the conversation ran just like an interview. He came up and started firing questions at me--first he asked what my name was, then where I was from, and then the dread and so, what do you do? I don't care if it is acceptable and inevitable, I hate being asked that because it sounds like 1) the person is deciding whether or not I'm good enough to talk to, or 2) the person is trying to be smooth but is failing miserably because they're too damn boring to think of something more interesting. I'm glad my friends came and saved me.
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He should have just fondled you and asked if you wanted to go drink Jesus Juice with him and watch some SpikeTV.
-Rudey
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