The thing with the stuff.

Well, I went to the library to return several overdue books that I never read and I ran into some neighbors who took me to an international development gathering at the local pub. Dunno what it had to do with international development. I talked to a woman about Utah for a minute, a guy about Idaho for a minute, and then listened to a woman complain about Canada and how she wanted to go home. Well, I did talk to a guy who worked for Citibank in Japan and he was pretty interesting, but I also met an attractive Russian woman and told her the Russian phrase that seems to piss off everyone I tell it to. People are usually expecting some sort of rude cursing, but mine is from a James Bond novel. “Smyert Spionim.” I think it means, ‘death to spies,” but it’s probably much worse since it pisses off most people I tell it to. It’s my social experiment.

So, I think I annoyed the attractive woman in like 2.5 minutes. If I take that to be about average, that means if I ever go on speed dating where you get 8 minutes, I’ll have 5.5 minutes of awkward silence per woman. Or 5.5 minutes of recovery time between the time I get socked in the nose and the time I get to start annoying the next woman. Take your pick.

And I took the Asshole/Bitch test, and I guess I’m three-quarters asshole. Not that anyone is surprised.

I am 75% Asshole/Bitch.

I am one of those people that love to hear the sound of their voice. That and my lousy attitude make for a mixture as toxic next-day-mexican-dinner-ass-drip.

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