Peer said:Frankly, it's quite difficult to feel anything but superior reading your puerile and inept statements, one after the other
Peer, it's only a feeling ... imo.
Dave
Peer said:Frankly, it's quite difficult to feel anything but superior reading your puerile and inept statements, one after the other
Peer said:Frankly, it's quite difficult to feel anything but superior reading your puerile and inept statements, one after the other -- the last one so silly that it's actually funny; it's as if I, a norwegian, would claim Marvin Gaye and Aretha Franklin were Canadian.
Apparently some people think education is too difficult, so they try ignorance instead.
-- peer
Russ Chewning said:Well Peer,
You know us abecedarians sometimes need us someone edjamacated like you to tell us how the big wide world works.
(I thought you'd appreciate the big word abecedarians, since you seem to like using big words incessantly. I have found that people who, like you, constantly use big words are compensating for other shortcomings in their lives, either monetary or emotional. It helps you to feel more relevant.)
Russ
Roy Steffensen said:Perhaps his **** isn't big?(Sorry Peer, couldn't resist)
Smorgass Bored said:I'll glady spit a loogie on his ****.... imo
Doug
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Russ Chewning said:Some of us guys actually have the opposite problem. When I was a young player in WA state, I was gambling with a player named Semo from Chicago in last pocket 8 Ball. I was pulling out occasional circus shots, but generally playing solid, and getting out from everywhere.
Two college age girls were watching from the next table, and when Semo took a break, one of them said "This game's not even a challenge for you anymore, is it?"
Now, I thought it was "just a compliment", from a pretty young lady who didn't know much about the game. Looking back with an slightly older man's perspective, I get the distinct idea that she was giving me an "opening", to talk to her if I wanted to.
As it was, I simply said, "Thank you, but there are players much better than me out there. I just try really hard to play as well as I can."
Both girls were very pretty, and I won enough off Semo to where I could have offered to take both of them out to a late dinner/early breakfast at Denney's or something. Just to be nice, and spread the winnings around a bit. Just making friends, and meeting people, you know? This was a pattern for me. I was so very shy, that unless the girl was fairly aggressive, then I was prone to miss all those little signs that the ladies throw out.
Peer said:This sort of reminds me of last summer when my parents were visiting from Norway. As we were standing at Sheraton's check-in counter, waiting for our turn, up walks this hot tall tennis player, Daniela Hantuchova, (she was here for Stanford's Bank of the West Classic tournament). As we were standing there waiting for the keys, she says to me "I like your eyebrow." Since I'm the most brilliant Casanova there ever was, I naturally swept her off her feet with my charm, and the rest is history -- she and I have since been dating, and later in July we'll tie the knot.
Well, perhaps in my dreams. Actually, my not-so articulate respond back to her was more like a gawping "Ugh..?" as my face turned red. It didn't help much that my mom was gesticulating behind us, trying to coach me what to say (luckily in Norwegian), "Tell her that you can show her around town and then take her to Gordon Biersch and then play some pool with her". (To my mom, pool, tennis, hockey, baseball, etc. are all the same -- she even calls my cues, "clubs" (from the Norwegian word hockey-k?lle).
As if that wasn't bad enough, it turned out that my parents room was in the same section of the hotel as hers. So I had to endure a long walk behind this hottie while listening to my parents arguing back & forth whether she was too tall for me -- my mom, who always sticks up for me, didn't think so, while my dad wouldn't approve of her since "she's also too skinny"... I was just wishing I could somehow replace them with a set of parents that I could take out in public.
At least it was nice that I for once could (sort of) blame someone else for my romanic debacles. More about my parents: http://ccrma.stanford.edu/~peer/parents.html
-- peer
Rejected by my dad:
JoeyA said:Maybe your dad knew that Daniela wasn't a biker gal.![]()
JoeyA
Peer said:obviously no filter there between the mouth and the brain.
-- peer
Russ Chewning said:There is a total disconnect between European and American thinking....
catscradle said:We are a reflection of Europe.......our attitudes and behaviour came from someplace....