Feb 21, 2011
COMING SOON: Peter Pan
Hey y'all, work is crazy, which is normal at this time of year, but I figured I'd post up my next sketch for now as a preview to what's coming next..
Jan 25, 2011
Hello again! / Staples Center Guy
Well, after a substantial hiatus from blogging, I had a couple friends encourage me to continue posting, sharing my dating debacles and inner commentary on navigating the sea of (frequently obnoxious) men and life in general with the willing public (aka the few friends I have reading this!) Seeing as how I'm still single and trudging through the mucky trenches of social decorum and contemporary courting, I figured, why the hell not! Let's begin with an encouraging story of a man who wasn't too much of a chicken shit to just be frank with a woman.
THE SCENARIO:
For my 2Xth birthday, my friend, her husband, and his cousins planned to go to the Staples Center to see the LA Kings fight the Boston Bruins (though I felt like most of it was akin to some WWE show, with several staged "fists in your face" moments and complete with half nude women unnecessarily cleaning the shaved ice off the rink every eight minutes).
If any of you have been to the Staples Center for a game like this, you know that the crowds on the surrounding sidewalks can become quite large before and after the game. As we were leaving, I was feeling drowsy from the temperature change between the indoor rink and the mild January day (yes, I'm a Capricorn, not counting the crazy new adjustments to the Zodiac), and somewhat overwhelmed from the mass horde of people bustling about.
Suddenly a man reaches out his hand to shake mine. I'm tired. Slow to react, I accept his hand and am prepared for what I thought would be someone asking me for money or something (as often is the case in L.A.) I was, however, completely thrown off guard and stunned when he said...
THE LINE:
SCG: "You have got to be one of the most beautiful women I have seen, don't let anyone ever make you think otherwise!"
Me: Hooold on here, he didn't ask me for money?! Is this man just fucking with me? Did he just hop out of the bushes, where did this guy come from!?
And before I even have a chance to appropriately react with a smile, thank you, ANYTHING, he quickly adds...
SCG: "But, you probably wouldn't be interested in someone like me."
And just like that, he and his friends slipped away into the crowd.
.
.
.
I was left bewildered on the sidewalk, my mouth ajar and my eyebrows bent, asking myself, "What the hell just happened? Did my friends just hear that?!"
Now, I'd like to assume the best in people and therefore I am inclined to think that this guy wasn't completing some cruel dare with his friends where he had to find the ugliest looking chick out there to say this to. (Hey, we all have our sexy and less-than-sexy days, and I'm okay with that!) That being said, this was probably one of the most flattering and best deliveries of a pick-up line I've ever been served. AND, he was pretty cute!
Whoever you are, your candidness and compliment did not go unappreciated. Shit, with balls like that, I most likely would have accepted an offer to grab a coffee or a beer sometime, dammit!
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Sabotaging yourself with negative thinking is a self-fulfilling prophecy. I oughtta freakin' smack you.
THE SCENARIO:
For my 2Xth birthday, my friend, her husband, and his cousins planned to go to the Staples Center to see the LA Kings fight the Boston Bruins (though I felt like most of it was akin to some WWE show, with several staged "fists in your face" moments and complete with half nude women unnecessarily cleaning the shaved ice off the rink every eight minutes).
If any of you have been to the Staples Center for a game like this, you know that the crowds on the surrounding sidewalks can become quite large before and after the game. As we were leaving, I was feeling drowsy from the temperature change between the indoor rink and the mild January day (yes, I'm a Capricorn, not counting the crazy new adjustments to the Zodiac), and somewhat overwhelmed from the mass horde of people bustling about.
Suddenly a man reaches out his hand to shake mine. I'm tired. Slow to react, I accept his hand and am prepared for what I thought would be someone asking me for money or something (as often is the case in L.A.) I was, however, completely thrown off guard and stunned when he said...
THE LINE:
SCG: "You have got to be one of the most beautiful women I have seen, don't let anyone ever make you think otherwise!"
Me: Hooold on here, he didn't ask me for money?! Is this man just fucking with me? Did he just hop out of the bushes, where did this guy come from!?
And before I even have a chance to appropriately react with a smile, thank you, ANYTHING, he quickly adds...
SCG: "But, you probably wouldn't be interested in someone like me."
And just like that, he and his friends slipped away into the crowd.
.
.
.
I was left bewildered on the sidewalk, my mouth ajar and my eyebrows bent, asking myself, "What the hell just happened? Did my friends just hear that?!"
Now, I'd like to assume the best in people and therefore I am inclined to think that this guy wasn't completing some cruel dare with his friends where he had to find the ugliest looking chick out there to say this to. (Hey, we all have our sexy and less-than-sexy days, and I'm okay with that!) That being said, this was probably one of the most flattering and best deliveries of a pick-up line I've ever been served. AND, he was pretty cute!
Whoever you are, your candidness and compliment did not go unappreciated. Shit, with balls like that, I most likely would have accepted an offer to grab a coffee or a beer sometime, dammit!
MORAL OF THE STORY:
Sabotaging yourself with negative thinking is a self-fulfilling prophecy. I oughtta freakin' smack you.
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