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Real Men/Women of Genius is meant to poke a bit of harmless fun at the not-so bright members of this site. Disguised as playful rants, the nobler side of these posts holds the hope that some light will be shed on the sometimes irreparable mistakes that men(and women) make. What makes me the expert? I'm not, but there are two ways to learn from mistakes. By making your own, or by watching others. I've made plenty of mistakes, and seen plenty of them, and I have learned a great deal, and I wish to share my knowledge. I usually post once a week, on what I affectionately call Bloody Sunday. Check back for new posts!
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius" #41, Mr. No Offense
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Posted:May 31, 2009 10:51 am
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius" #41, Mr. No Offense
This subject has come up time and time again in my blog, and if I had a farm, I'd bet it that this isn't the last time.
The chatroom is where much of my blog material originates, not meaning exactly it's place of origin, but where I encounter these "geniuses". I'm thinking the place where all the "geniuses" were born might be the same place where the cockroaches came from. Unfortunately, it seems that the two would be neck and neck for first place to survive nuclear fallout.
Today, I salute you, Mr. No Offense
I try as I may to understand why they do what they do, but even though my I.Q. is pretty high, I'm thinking a fifth-grader might have it figured out before me.
Tell me, if you can, why would someone say something offensive, only to follow it up with the words, "no offense"?
Is there some magic spell hidden in those nine letters that somehow makes all the offense disappear?
The answer is NO.
It's pointless, I say, to be what you call "honest" by speaking your mind, all the while completely ignoring the fact that you blatantly insult the person who is unfortunate enough to hear the jibberish that you concoct.
You speak your intentions, and boast that you are being honest. You then go on and make a feeble attempt at making yourself look better by trying to convince her that you are the only one that is trustworthy.
I really have to think of a name for what is wrong with you, because "genius" is just not fitting the bill.
I can't say you're a dumbass, because that would be an insult to dumbasses everywhere.
You could have left it alone, spoke your mind to the lady, and took your chances. However, not only did you avoid any urges to show her respect, you attacked others who couldn't have cared less whether or not you reached your goal.
I find that the best way to tear someone down is to speak highly of them, and let others disagree with what I say. Unfortunately, for you, I'm not convinced that she agreed with me when I said most guys are pretty cool. The reason is that she seemed smart enough to see right through you, and I love to see a "genius" go toe-to-toe with an intelligent woman.
The outcome would be similar to Godzilla VS Bambi.
So, Bambi, like I said in the chatroom, there are two components to the truth. Honesty and respect. This makes the bazillionth time that I've had to say this, but without respect, you're not going to get very far.
But, I do realize that my efforts to shed any light on the error of your ways may be futile.
Why?
Well, let me do my best Jack Nicholson impression.
YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
GLC
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GLC Presents: Real Men of
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Posted:May 24, 2009 3:36 am
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius" #40, Mr. All A.F.F. Women Are Whores
There have been many instances where I encounter someone who opens their mouth and shoots themself in the foot with some ill-placed comment. Well, recently I had the experience of some "genius" that didn't shoot himself in the foot, rather he did something worse.
I would say it was equal to stepping on a social landmine.
Today, I salute you, Mr. All A.F.F. Women Are Whores.
I used to think that sore loser was the bottom of the barrel, until you came along.
I don't know how you were raised, but it seems that when manners were passed out, you weren't around to collect yours.
Calling ANY woman a , regardless of what she does with her body, is insulting. But, anyone who is reading this blog right now knows that that is not the reason why you choose to use that derogatory term.
Simply put, you aren't getting any.
Here's the kicker.
If ALL of the women on this site were whores, then that means they would get some form of compensation for sexual favors. It seems that the only favor they are willing to do for you is to keep your seed where it belongs.
In a pile of garbage.
OOPS! Was that insulting to you? Did I somehow imply that YOU are a pile of garbage?
Let that marinate for a bit. In fact, let it soak in. That feeling you're getting is probably the same feeling that you impart to those lovely members of the opposite sex when you call them whores.
Do I actually have to SAY that pissing women off will NOT get you laid?
Now, in my personal opinion, if people treat others with respect and dignity, and don't intentionally hurt others or themselves, then they should be allowed to do whatever they want to with their bodies. But, since no one from society consulted me when the opinions were formulated, the rules are different.
There is a word that you might have come across. It's called karma. In it's general meaning, it describes balance. Many think it means the debt you owe others for your misdeeds. I disagree. I think it means the inevitable payment you will soon settle with yourself. By hurting others, either mentally, or physically, you are hurting yourself. Your conscience knows it, and you probably go to bed at night trying to ignore it. But, without fail, it's still there every morning when you wake up.
I wish you could understand the error of your ways by reading a short blog post, but if life were that easy, we would all be on the right track by now. Fear, doubt, and denial keeps so many from focusing on self-betterment, and often leads to an inferiority complex where one tries to tear others down in order to feel as if they are moving forward.
I've said this many times, and I have no problem with saying it until my days are done. Respect starts within. The way you treat others speaks volumes about how you view yourself.
Take a look in a mirror. Notice the eyes. They are windows to your soul. See the anger, frustration and fear in them. Now, let those feelings go. Once you do, you will see the world in a different light. Forgiving yourself will dispel the anger. Understanding that mistakes are lessons learned will remove the frustration. Lastly, realize that the only thing you should fear is fear itself. You will appreciate the immediate difference right away.
One thing I've learned in my life is this.
If you aren't willing to open your eyes, then you will surely never see the light.
GLC
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GLC Presents: Real Women of "Genius" #13, Ms. I Only Speak My Mind When I'm Drunk
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Posted:May 17, 2009 4:15 pm
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GLC Presents: Real Women of "Genius" #13
Some time ago, I had a neighbor who, on occasion, enjoyed the partaking of the spirits. During a conversation with her, she told me about a man who she had known for some time, but never really expressed her true opinions about him...until the day when she had too much to drink. Needless to say, she ripped him a new one.
Today, I salute you, Ms. I Only Speak My Mind When I'm Drunk
This one raises a sometimes disturbing yet serious question.
Who are you?
When you are under the so-called "influence" of alcohol, do you change from who you are while sober? If you do, why?
I'll tell you. It's a little thing called inhibition.
Some would say that's what keeps the wild and crazy side of you hidden.
I say it's what keeps the real you locked away in the back of your mind, waiting until the day when you stop worrying about society's judgmental tendencies. Alcohol mitigates that worry, and allows you to be you.
The problem is that too many people lock away their emotions, perhaps thinking that ignoring the problem will make it go away. I compare hiding your emotions to building a castle made of playing cards. Sooner or later, it will fall, leaving the person defenseless.
When those walls come tumbling down, the person is often left feeling vulnerable, and sometimes even the most harmless of words can make them feel attacked. This is when they lash out, often with devastating results.
I'm sure you've seen it happen. The person has one drink too many, and the once tipsy individual becomes a tempest of self-torment, going from laughter to tears to anger in the blink of an eye. Emotions run rampant, and insults abound in an effort to justify those uncontrollable emotions.
The best thing to do, in my opinion, in this situation is to simply understand. You don't have to help them justify themselves, just understand why they are doing this.
I don't justify that terrorists destroyed the twin towers in New York, even though I understand that to them it was an act in what they perceive as a holy war. The same applies here. You only have to understand the motive behind the action.
Personally, my drinking to get drunk days are long past. I only drink an alcoholic beverage for the taste, and honestly, I put more alcohol in my cooking than I drink straight. I don't need to drink to "let go" or "loosen up" because I'm not concerned about what others think of me. I have fun just the same.
Everyone has secrets. Everyone has that little something that they keep to themselves. It is part of who they are. However, your thoughts and emotions are also part of who you are. If you hide them, or lock them away from those whose opinion you fear, then your mind becomes a prison.
The sad part is that some believe there is no escape, and they spend their lives serving a sentence that they brought upon themselves.
Don't let this be you. Don't wait until your life is over to realize you didn't show the world who you really are.
Be yourself. No one else can.
GLC
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A Piece of a Dream
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Posted:May 15, 2009 4:00 pm
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Some of you who know me know that I've been working on a novel for the past five years. It is a fantasy novel based on a Dungeons and Dragons adventure in which I was the Dungeonmaster. At the beginning of the game, I asked each person to come up with a brief summary of their character's life up until the present. They all asked me to do it for them, so I wrote a few paragraphs on each of six characters. As I read each biography, I was amazed to see all of them gathered around me, clinging to every word. I'm not one to need to have my ego fed, but the words "WOW" were used excessively to express how they felt about my writing.
Then, the one thing I least expected happened. All of them urged me to write a book based on the adventure. Inspired is a word that doesn't do justice to the way I felt.
It has been a long road with bumps and bruises, threatening to shatter this dream into unrecognizable shards, but it stood the test of time and adversity, and now, very soon, my dream will become a reality.
I thought I'd share an excerpt from the novel. You'll have to forgive any typos, because it is still considered a work in progress. This part tells of two dark elves. Tharivol, who struggles to accept his own destiny, and Drusilia, who battles with a hidden, more sinister side of herself. Thanks to a cruel, shapeshifting enemy, they find themselves trapped in a deep pit with no apparent chance of escape. Just as all seems lost, an unexpected savior arrives in the nick of time, blurring the line between friends and enemies.
The impact had knocked Tharivol unconscious, yet he never let Drusilia go. His dark-elven blood was running down his forehead from where he had struck his head on a nearby jagged stone. Drusilia remained unharmed, save the spider bite on her right leg. She looked at Tharivol, and felt the urge to cry. No one had ever protected her in such a way, not even Thorn. Drusilia placed her ear against Tharivol's chest, and although he was unconscious, his heart was beating strong. She listened closely, hoping to hear him breathing, and was relieved to see the rise and fall of his chest. First examining her hand, seeing that there were no scales present, she reached toward his mouth. She could feel his breath on her hand. Knowing that he may not feel her touch, she battled with the desire to press her lips against his. It would be a one-sided expression of affection, but there would be no chance for her king to deny her the opportunity. She moved closer to him, imagining that he was waiting for her. Closer still, only a few inches away. Her heart began to pound furiously, and she felt Tharivol's breathing quicken. He opened his eyes, startled, and quickly sat upright. He looked at Drusilia, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Are you alright?", Tharivol asked.
Drusilia lowered her head. Under her breath, she cursed Father Time himself for not giving her a second longer.
Tharivol repeated his question, "I SAID, ARE YOU HURT?!!" Even though this wasn't the first time he had asked her the same question, his commanding tone of voice blatantly overshadowed his concern for Drusilia's well-being.
She felt compelled to tell him 'yes', for although his words were genuine, his harsh tone cut through her heart like a well-sharpened dagger. "No, I'm unharmed." she told him. She got to her feet, slightly wincing from the pain of the bite, and walked toward the other end of the crevasse into which they had fallen. There was a small pool of water there, and Drusilia neared it, looking down at her reflection.
"We have to find a way out of here. These walls are too sheer to climb." Tharivol's words seemed to go unnoticed, for Drusilia was standing over the pool of water, frozen in horror. "What is it? What do you see?" Tharivol inquired.
Drusilia gazed into the clear water, and saw not the graceful form of a female dark-elf, but the rugged, scaly face of Drutha the Arkura. Her eyes were blazing with fire, and Drusilia quickly covered her own.
Tharivol asked once again, "What is the matter, Drusilia?"
"Don't look at me!" she screamed. "I'm hideous!" she added.
Tharivol took a step toward her.
Drusilia held up a hand toward him, covering her eyes with the other. "Stay back! I don't want to harm you!" She felt Tharivol's hand take hers, his fingers entwined with her own.
"You're not hideous." Tharivol said, removing her shaking hand from her eyes. "You're just as beautiful as the first day I met you."
Drusilia's heart soared, and at the same time sank to new depths. She looked down at the ground, and out of the corner of her eye she caught movement. Turning to look, she saw two pitch black wings behind her. She pushed Tharivol away. "You see?! Look what I am! How can you say I'm..." Drusilia paused. Wings, she thought. Wings were made for flying. She concentrated, trying to lift them into the air, and tried to take flight. She felt her feet still firmly on the ground, and jumped to assist them. Her efforts seemed futile. "I'm too weak to fly. ", she told Tharivol. "My wings are useless."
Tharivol's face took on a concerned look. "Wings? You don't have...." He remembered the spider bite. Drusilia continued to jump up and down.
Tharivol walked to her, and gently placed his hands on each side of her face. "Drusilia, you're hallucinating. The poison from the spider bite is making you see things that aren't there. It will pass. You still need to rest."
Drusilia looked her king in the eyes. He was strong, not only physically, but his will was that of the finest steel. He always seemed to know what to do in any situation, whereas she could not bring herself to reveal the feelings that threatened to make her heart explode. The feelings...that were growing by the minute.
They stood there, locked in a seemingly perpetual gaze, neither of the two advancing nor retreating. Finally, Tharivol began to pull her ever so slowly toward him, slightly tilting his head to the side. Drusilia let out a sigh, rejoicing that the moment had come. Although their final hours may be spent in the depths of this crevasse, she was content to finally feel her king's embrace, and to be seconds away from his kiss.
"Well, well, well. Isn't this cozy?", a rugged voice from above told them. Tharivol looked up to find the source of the voice, while Drusilia closed her eyes in despair, once again foiled in her moment of truth.
Sironn was looking down at them with an unusual frown on his face. "I must say, it is tragic to die this way."
Tharivol became confused, "Die? Stop your foolery and help us out of here, Sironn."
"I'm afraid I cannot obey, your 'majesty'. I do not take orders from you. You see, the pit you have fallen in was once used by the Dragon Knights. Once a dragon was wounded enough so that it could no longer fly, it was lured to fall through a cover of brush into this pit. Then..." Sironn pointed upward to the opposite end of the pit where an iron bar mesh was hinged, "...the 'cover' is quickly lowered, trapping the helpless dragon. The Dragon Knights' spears finished the job."
Tharivol saw Sironn walk to a rope that was tied nearby. The dwarf untied it, and the iron cage came slamming down onto the top of the pit, leaving the two Drow without an escape.
Sironn continued his taunt. "Next, the Dragon Knights took a torch, and tossed it into what you surely believed was water. Sorry, my captive friends. It is oil. A very flammable liquid that would be used for burning the corpse to ashes, leaving no evidence for the Arkura to find. Crude, but very effective. I'm curious...how a dragon's death will differ from the demise of two dark elves." Sironn tossed a tiny torch into the end of the pit, and both Tharivol and Drusilia winced from the sudden change in light. Their elven eyes were made to see in the dark, and the bright ignition of the oil was painful to them both.
Sironn walked around once again to the end of the pit where the two Drow stood, "I would rather enjoy watching you both die together, but I have other matters to attend to." The dwarf looked at them both, and spoke again, this time in a distinct tone of voice, "Zabt zudo jpo Icxeci."
When she heard Sironn's words, Drusilia winced as if someone had struck her. Tharivol saw this, but did not inquire as to why. He had heard the same language before, spoken by her own lips. There was, he believed, a connection, and would perhaps have the chance to seek the answer another day.
Tharivol saw Sironn walk away. He looked at Drusilia, "Are you well enough to lift me up? Perhaps I can reach the top and unlock the gate."
Drusilia looked at her hands, expecting again to see black scales and claws, but instead, her dark elven hands were ever present. "I am weak, but I will try." she told Tharivol. She cupped her two tiny hands, and her king placed a foot there. With all the strength she could muster, she heaved upward. Tharivol managed to grasp the bars of the iron grate, and there was enough space to push his head through. He saw Sironn walking away from them. "Traitor!!", Tharivol shouted. Hearing the Drow, the dwarf turned to look at him. Sironn's eyes were as if on fire with a violet flame, and a demonic chuckle erupted from his lips, forcing a smile to twist them as well. The King of the fallen Drow kingdom of Neverlight watched in horror as Sironn's body twisted and changed, and became that of a violet scaled dragon. Spreading its massive wings, it took flight, and disappeared into the sky.
Drusilia could no longer hold Tharivol's weight. Her leg was throbbing, and it gave way to the pain. She was forced to let Tharivol fall, and he landed unharmed in front of her. She saw the look on his face, and knew that this time, he had no answer. She was going to die here, and if it was decreed that she die with her king, so be it, she thought. She stepped toward him, and they commenced a final embrace. With her head pressed against Tharivol's chest, feeling the increasing beat of his heart, she looked at the approaching flames, and this time Drusilia spoke without fear.
"Tharivol, if this is the end, I want you to know...."
She lifted her head, and looked her king in the eyes, voicing her feelings in the Drow tongue....
"Usstan ssinssrigg dos."
Tharivol placed a dark elven hand on Drusilia's cheek, "Drusilia...I...."
The sound of steel on steel rang through the air. Someone was striking the lock on the iron grate above them. Finally, the massive heavy gate began to rise. Tharivol could see a shadow moving above, but could not tell who it was. The gate rose until it stood straight up, and the shadowy figure tied the huge rope to a nearby tree. A short pause later, and a smaller rope fell down between the two trapped Drow.
Tharivol looked at Drusilia, "Go up first." he told her.
Drusilia refused, "I am too weak. You go first. You'll have to pull me up."
"Very well then." Tharivol replied. With that, the dark-elven king began to ascend the rope to the top of the crevasse.
Drusilia turned to look at the flames. They had risen higher than the ground above, and their fiery caress was inches away from the rope that secured the grate. The heat had become intense, and the fire was roaring as if a beast, and its cruel intention was to incinerate its helpless captive.
Tharivol was one step from the top, and a pudgy hand reached out of the shadows to help him up. The king of Neverlight was stunned to see Sironn's face, as well as having his life saved by him.
Puzzled, Tharivol angrily walked toward his savior as Sironn backed away. "Sironn?", Tharivol remained confused, "Why have you come back?"
The dwarf pointed toward the dragon trap. "Your future queen is going to die if you do not move quickly."
Tharivol's heart raced, "My...what?" Tharivol spun to look at the flames, and saw them dancing across the huge rope. The sound of hot, buckling metal filled the air as the iron grate slightly lurched downward, the strands of rope snapping one by one.
"DRUSILIA!!" Tharivol ran to the edge of the trap, and looked down at Drusilia. He saw her standing there, trapped, the flames were mere inches from her feet. Lying down on his chest at the edge of the trap, he reached for her. "Grab my hand! Quickly!" he shouted.
Drusilia looked up at her desperate king, seeing him try to stretch his hand closer to her. "Tell me." she said calmly.
The iron grate jerked again, falling a few inches more. The rope was helpless against the flames, and time was running out. "Tell you?! Now is not the time for this, Drusilia! Take my hand!"
Again the massive gate threatened to close, falling a few feet more. The rope was unraveling, and the flames had almost finished their dire deed. The trapped Drow spoke with more calm than Tharivol had ever noticed before. "Now IS the time, my king. Tell me, or leave me to die here."
"You're acting as a , Drusilia. Do not do this." Tharivol told her.
Drusilia dropped her eyes, " act as they do because of their innocence, because they are loved. It is a feeling like no other. I never thought I would find it. Now that I have, I do not want to let it go." She turned and stretched her hand out above the fire. "Tell me, or leave me here, and let the warmth of your touch be replaced by the heat of these flames, for what I carry in my heart will never belong to another."
Tharivol tried to calm himself, "Drusilia...please...take my hand."
She reached out to him, her dark-skinned hand less than half an inch away from his, and in the midst of an imminent and painful death she spoke with a calmness that equaled his own. "Tell me...please."
Tharivol looked behind him at Sironn, "Grab my hand." He obeyed. The dark elven king reached harder, and at last had hold of Drusilia's hand. "Don't let go." he told her.
Drusilia held Tharivol's hand fast, and he began to pull her up. She pushed up with her leg, and a near blinding pain shot through her. The spider bite was throbbing, and her grip slipped until she was left holding naught but Tharivol's fingertips.
"Drusilia! Hold on!" Tharivol shouted as Drusilia's head emerged from the pit. He looked back at Sironn. "Pull! PULL!!" Tharivol's heart thundered when he saw the burning rope, now completely severed, fall into the trap. All was silent save the roar of the flames. The grate, with all its massive weight, was falling fast, and Tharivol had mere seconds to save Drusilia. Only a few inches more to pull her out. The cover fell, striking Drusilia, separating the two dark-elven hands, and knocking her back into the trap.
"DRUSILIA!!! NO!!!" Tharivol screamed. The would-be king of the Drow kingdom was reduced to a helpless as he cried out to her. She had been knocked unconscious, and luckily she did not land in the flames.
Tharivol drew his father's black-bladed sword from its sheath, "Father, help me." he pleaded. With all his strength, he swung the sword at the iron bars. Sparks flew in all directions as the grate began to turn red from the intense heat. Over and over Tharivol struck the grate, tears streaming profusely from his pale yellow eyes.
Sironn walked up to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Tharivol, let her go."
Tharivol spun about, his long white hair dancing in the wind, and his pale yellow eyes turned a deep blood red. "YOU may give up easily..." His voice had deepened, and Sironn began to back away. "...but I do not! YOU may have been content to watch as your beloved was murdered before your eyes, but I will DIE before I allow the life of the woman I love end in fiery agony!" Tharivol turned once again toward the flames, and grasped the massive iron grate. Sironn could hear the flesh sizzle as Tharivol lifted with all his strength. The red hot bars began to bend, and the dwarf watched in amazement at such a display of power. Even though Tharivol's hands burst into flames from the intense heat, all he cared about was saving Drusilia. Sironn was forced to dodge flying metal as the hinges were broken into pieces, and the grate was lifted into the air. With one final heave, Tharivol tossed the huge iron grate to the opposite side, leaving the flaming trap open.
Ignoring Sironn as he poured water on Tharivol's scorched hands, the desperate dark elf tied a rope around a nearby tree, and lowered himself down into the pit. Drusilia was lying there, unmoving, and Tharivol quickly took her onto his shoulder. "I've got you." he told her. Upward he went, pulling on the rope, finally reaching the top. He slumped to the ground, cradling Drusilia in his arms. He could feel her breathing, although it was very shallow. He looked up into the sky, at the colorless vashtra, and said a silent prayer, pleading to Dalkruun not to let her die. "Please, help me. I have all this uncontrollable power, yet I know not how to save her. I beg of you, don't let her die. I cannot do this without her."
Tharivol looked up at the flaming pit. The journey seemed so long. How much farther, he thought. He glanced down at his vashtral star, and as if answering his thoughts, the beam of light shot from his hand. He looked again at the pit, and thought of what direction they were walking when he and Drusilia fell in. The star was pointing the opposite direction. He angrily looked at Sironn, realizing that he had been leading them in the wrong direction. Suddenly, he heard a weakened, but very soft-spoken voice. "You...never answered me." Tharivol's heart rejoiced, and he held her tightly against him. This was, for now, answer enough, Drusilia thought. She felt her king's tears falling on her own tearful face, and she knew, that this time, he did it all for her.
Any questions that this excerpt left you with will surely be answered by reading the finished work. As soon as I finish proofreading all chapters, you just might get the chance.
I welcome any comments.
Hope you enjoyed it.
GLC
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GLC Presents: You Might Be A "Genius"
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Posted:May 9, 2009 11:59 pm
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius", You Might Be A "Genius"
Fifty-two "genius" posts ago (this one included), I started this blog, hoping upon hope that I would be able to teach others about the mistakes I have made, as well as those I have avoided. After a year's worth of posts, the fact still remains that too many people out there are smart enough to know better than to do many of the things I blog about, but they choose not to use that intelligence to their own benefit. I like to call them "geniuses".
I'm sure many have read the posts, and wondered, "Hmm. Am I a 'genius'?"
Well for those of you that are still guessing, I thought I'd put together a little post to help, and maybe remove all doubt.
If you've ever told a woman she's beautiful TEN times in a row...you might be a "genius".
IF, when you go to a meet and greet, you choose the condom that has the closest EXPIRED date...you might be a "genius".
If you try to be straight with a woman who is NOT...you might be a "genius".
If you just want sex, and pretend you do not...you might be a "genius".
If you use a pickup line that never works, hoping that by chance, it WILL...you might be a "genius".
If you think your third eye is below your waistline...you might be a "genius".
If you intentionally piss off someone, then wonder why they're mad...you might be a "genius".
If you ask someone for sex BEFORE you ask their name...you might be a "genius".
If you've ever written a one-sentence email and wondered why you get no reply...you might be a "genius".
If your main profile photo is of your genitals, but you want people to respect you...you might be a "genius".
If you are constantly rejected by the same person, yet you keep coming back...you might be a "genius".
If you threaten to kick someone's ass, but you are so drunk you just fell on your own...you might be a "genius".
If you brag to everyone about your supposed "conquests"...you might be a "genius".
If you aren't interested in someone until you see them with someone else...you might be a "genius".
If you seriously boast about the size of your package, but you are unwilling to prove it...you might be a "genius".
If you have a profile that took less than two minutes to complete...you might be a "genius".
If you calculate someone's net worth BEFORE agreeing to a date...you might be a "genius".
But...if you act like a bad ass, disrespecting everyone because you believe that nice guys finish last...you are DEFINITELY a "genius".
Maybe this helped. Maybe it didn't. Either way, we all make mistakes. In fact, you might not even say you make mistakes. You might say you learned a lesson.
The important thing is...are you wiser today than you were yesterday?
GLC
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius" #39, Mr. How Do I Meet You?
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Posted:May 3, 2009 4:09 pm
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius" #39, Mr. How Do I Meet You?
It is said that with age comes wisdom. I wholeheartedly wish that were true all the time. Unfortunately, I have recently encountered someone who seems to not have reaped the benefits that his many years have offered him.
I sometimes say to myself, "What kind of person would I be if I had not had the kinds of role models I had?" Then, I reaffirm the fact that I am an adult by saying, "No matter who helped me get to adulthood, the decision of who I am was, is, and always will be, my own. I believe the same applies to everyone.
Today, I salute you, Mr. How Do I Meet You?
A few days ago, in the breeding ground for "geniuses" known as the chat room, everyone was having a great time, goofing off, cracking corny, perverted jokes, and showing their asses, some in a more literal sense. That is when a gentleman-and I use the term loosely-came into the room. What set him apart from the rest was clearly his age, but it soon became clear that his seventy-three years on this planet made no difference when it came to propositioning a twenty-one year old woman. If you've done the math already, that's a fifty-two year difference.
Needless to say, he was suddenly alone in a room full of people with no escape.
Now, let me be crystal clear about what I'm saying. It wasn't his age, or his intentions that earned him this week's starring role in my blog. It was the fact that he made absolutely no effort to develop any kind of rapport with this young lady. He automatically assumed that, because she chose to show off her...ahem...qualities...on cam, that she would eagerly agree to meet him for some...well...try to use your imagination without losing your lunch.
Again, let me clarify. My strong beliefs are that if you treat others, as well as yourself, with kindness and respect, at the same time never intentionally placing yourself or others in harm's way, then you should be allowed to do what you want. That is where I believe this man crossed the line. Although society quickly frowns upon the enormous age difference, it was his lack of respect that I disagree with.
Even if she had stated clearly that she was looking for sex from any gentleman, no matter what his age, the least he could have done, in my opinion, would have been show that he was trustworthy. Instead, his words were, "How do I meet you?" That was it. Not a "hello", or "good evening" came from his direction.
This post isn't meant to berate. It is meant to educate. I try to stray from making assumptions about people based on first impressions. However, I've had my own trust betrayed more times than I care to share. It is because of this, I believe, that I can figure out someone's intentions very quickly. So much can give them away. Their body language, their eye contact, the tone of their voice, and even the "vibe" that they give off can send up red flags that help me determine if I can trust them or not.
In the chat room, it works a bit differently. It seems that some guys have a certain way that they phrase their intentions. It may be hard to comprehend that a simple typed post can speak volumes about someone, but it is true. That said, I still try to keep from assuming that I'm always right, even though first impressions are rarely wrong, but everyone lives their lives for their own reasons. Nothing they do has anything to do with anyone else.
That is why I wish to say this to this week's "genius".
People deserve two things in life. Love and respect. Not everyone is willing to give the former, but the latter is mandatory. I may seem a bit bias sometimes when it comes to my friends, but I have no problem with defending those who aren't ready, willing, or able to defend themselves, regardless of my personal acquaintance with them.
I can be the kindest, most respectable person you will ever know, as long as mutual respect for me and others is shown. That said, I think you need help, and I am willing to do what I can. However, don't make the grave mistake of confusing my kindness for weakness. If you dare to think this is some kind of game, I suggest you pay attention to the pieces on the proverbial board. When you are surrounded by all those who oppose you, and you have no where to go, there's only one word to describe the end result.
CHECKMATE.
GLC
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius" #38, Mr. I'm The Best Sex You Never Had
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Posted:Apr 26, 2009 9:37 am
Last Updated:Oct 25, 2009 10:17 am
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius" #38, Mr. I'm The Best Sex You Never Had
Ladies, have you ever been offered sex by a man, then when you decline, he tries to make you believe you're missing something?
I'm not going to ask just how common that is, because I already have a general idea.
Let's turn the tables, shall we?
Today, I salute you, Mr. I'm The Best Sex You Never Had.
My thinking is this. If you are SO good, word would most likely have gotten around. Bottom line, you're "talents" would be the worst-kept secret around.
But no. It's no secret that you attempt to use some lame form of poorly-constructed guilt trip to try to convince her that she's missing out on the time of her life.
So, let me get this straight. Your strategy for wanting to remind her of what would make her feel good is making her feel BAD? Somehow I don't think that's going to come CLOSE to counting as foreplay.
In fact, when word of this incident gets around, I'm betting that YOU won't come close to anything resembling foreplay. Unless, of course, you count masturbation in the shower.
But, instead of one dick playing with another, you act like a pussy in order to GET some pussy. I think that about sums it up.
That said, let's review. You want it. You don't get it. You try to make her think she should have gotten it. You go back to masturbating in the shower.
Maybe if you sit on your hand for fifteen minutes, it will go numb, and when you play with yourself, you will feel like you're not alone. But while you're doing that, remember THIS.
People have feelings. I'm not talking about love. I'm talking about feeling good in general. Most people want to feel good, not bad. I believe that life is SUPPOSED to feel good, not bad.
I'm thinking that you're not thinking what I'm thinking. Well, I'm thinking that you're thinking is flawed. Making someone feel bad to get what you want REDUCES, or even ELIMINATES your chances of getting what you want.
Have you ever tried to make someone feel GOOD, not bad? Make them laugh, not cry. Hell, make them laugh UNTIL they cry. When you make someone feel good, they will often want to return the favor. Hurt them, and well...enjoy your shower.
I'm sure you don't want to be a jerk your entire life, so here's a tip.
Take the road that, for now, seems less traveled. Be polite, honest, and respectful. That's all that most people want. Be good, not bad.
Do that, and you will be a REAL man of genius.
Do that, and I will be the first to nod my head in approval, saying that you did good...
Not bad.
GLC
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GLC Presents: Real Women of "Genius" #12, Ms. He's So Rich
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Posted:Apr 19, 2009 1:39 pm
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2009 5:25 pm
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GLC Presents: Real Women of "Genius" #12, Ms. He's So Rich
It's time, yet again, to pay tribute to the ladies. As my loyal readers already know, Real Women of Genius is posted every 28 days. Coincidence? I think not.
Today, I salute you, Ms. He's So Rich
It pains me to think about when a woman makes a decision about a man based on his net worth.
If he isn't a banker, a lawyer, a doctor, or some other gentleman that pulls down a six-figure income, he's simply not qualified.
Qualified for WHAT, exactly? To share the air you breathe?
So, your thinking is that if he's unable to take you on trips around the globe, wine and dine you in the fanciest restaurants, and adorn you with diamonds, that he is unable to win your heart?
Assuming that you have one, of course.
So, tell me something. What happens if the money runs out? You'll dump him and move on to the next bank account?
Here's another question. Since you OBVIOUSLY aren't the one with the big bucks, how would you feel if a guy based his decision on how much YOU are worth? I'm thinking if the tables were turned, you might see the error of your ways.
Bottom line, the contents of a man's wallet do NOT determine the power of his soul. There is nothing wrong with being financially secure, but there comes a time when having too much money can breed lies, mistrust, and even greed. It is also one of the reasons why the pre-nuptual agreement is often employed.
Maybe when you stop listening for the jingling of change in his pockets, you will start hearing the words he says.
Maybe then, you will be able to see what he is really worth.
GLC
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GLC Presents: Real Men of Genius #37, A Very Special Genius
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Posted:Apr 12, 2009 10:21 am
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2009 5:28 pm
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GLC Presents: Real Men of Genius #37, A Very Special Genius
I'd like to pay a tribute to someone who, if you've ever been in a chat room, you probably already know.
Today, I salute you, Mr. Copy and Paste
You all know him. You all either love to hate him, or you hate to love him. Hell, he might have even graced the depths of an iggy bin or two.
He's the one that sits there, scanning the posts, searching for that moment when he can turn an innocent comment into an innuendo, and an innuendo into a not-so-bad idea.
His jokes, at time, contain enough corn to feed a starving country, yet almost always seem to get a "^5", and "LOL", and in some cases, the ever-elusive, "OMG!"
No one ever dares to accuse him of not giving a shit, because that is exactly what he gives to anyone who crosses his path. Friends, acquaintances, and even those who perceive themselves as his enemies are far from immune to his ball-busting.
He's the one that manages to get on the last nerve of a certain few, yet when he's not around, they often wish he were there.
But, on the occasion that the "genius" of the week comes in, insulting his friends, wreaking havoc, and causing all hell to break loose, that is when he often chooses to give the words, "hell hath no fury" a new meaning.
Matching wits with the intellectually unarmed may seem like a boring task to anyone with their finger held close to the iggy button, but he openly accepts the chance to put the troublemakers in their place.
Out the door.
Preferably with their tails between their legs.
The day will come when he will pass the torch to the next guy who brightens his day by making others laugh, but until then, he may be imitated, but he will never be duplicated.
GLC
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius" #36, Mr. Pay Attention To Me
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Posted:Apr 5, 2009 10:30 am
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2009 5:29 pm
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius" #36
Today, I salute you, Mr. Pay Attention To Me
You know, the best way I have found to get others to pay attention to me is to say something worth listening to.
Yes, I realize that, to you, that is such a radical concept, but seriously, has it crossed your mind that half or all of the words that come out of your mouth are things that make most women STOP listening?
I mean, forget about what you are showing on cam, because if that's all you've got going for you, pal, I've got news for you...there are many lonely nights ahead. You have to show more than the twig and berries. Show a personality of some kind. Either that, or GET ONE. Don't be, dare I say it, boring.
Yes, that's right. That word you often use to describe the events of the most memorable day of your week.
Now don't go throwing yourself off a bridge or anything. Most people HAVE a personality, but are just too AFRAID to let it show. Even the seemingly hopeless of all guys can break out of their shell to let others see who they really are.
The key is to be interesting. If the ladies aren't responding, it could be one of a few things. You could actually NOT be interesting, which I would beg to differ since I've yet to meet ANYONE, man or woman, who doesn't have a dream. I'm not saying that you should spill your heart out to everyone you meet, but if you feel like you can share that with someone, maybe it's not such a bad idea.
Also, I've seen that needy men will more often than not, be denied what they THINK they need. Those who know they can get something they want will exude confidence, and everyone knows that confidence and neediness DO NOT go hand-in-hand.
Last, but not least, shouting out, "pay attention to me" shows that you may be ignoring the fact that the object of your attention may very well be ignoring YOU.
Try THIS idea on for size. Say 'hello' to people you meet. Be kind, courteous, and respectful. Hell, crack a corny joke or two to break the ice. Presenting your demands before they even know you is a tactic worthy only of a crooked used car salesman. If someone doesn't trust you, then they will NOT pay attention to you.
This concludes today's lesson.
Have you been paying attention?
GLC
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius" #35
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Posted:Mar 29, 2009 12:06 am
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2009 5:31 pm
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius" #35
It seems that so many of my posts tend to originate from the chat room. It is disturbing, sometimes, how many guys try to start a pissing contest instead of resolving any differences of opinion with a respectable conversation.
Today, I salute you, Mr. Shoot First, Ask Questions Later
Now, I'm not going to use my usual, "Hey, dumbass!" tactic to discuss this issue this time. I'm going to go way out into left field, so to speak, and give a hypothetical point of view from a source that many believe exists.
I've seen several movies where alien spacecraft came to our planet, and in virtually EVERY instance, what was our response?
You guessed it...VIOLENCE.
The problem with that approach is that if the aliens are supposed to be much more advanced in technology, wouldn't it make sense to assume that they are also much more advanced in mind and body?
Can you imagine what their views of us would be?
I've always felt out of place in this world. I don't mean unwelcome. I mean that so many people on this world do things that just don't make sense. With that said, I'm going to put myself in a mind frame of an omnipotent extraterrestrial visitor, and, as if I were speaking to all, I will tell you what my opinions are.
I come in peace, not to interfere with your way of life, or to disrupt it, but to offer my assistance in your struggle to further yourselves. We have observed you for many thousands of your years, and have noticed a trend that seems to be repeating itself over and over.
Your technology, at first glance, seems primitive, yet the potential you possess cannot be measured even by the most advanced of beings. You have the uncanny capacity for benevolence, yet too often choose the opposite path. You have voices with which to speak, yet the truth is frequently obscured by fear, doubt, and denial. You have limitless intelligence, yet it seems everything you create, you use to destroy. Weapons are more often used to conquer instead of defend. You genetically engineer viruses in order to gain an advantage over your supposed enemy, yet those same actions have the potential to destroy your entire race.
War on this planet, it seems, is too often viewed as the solution to a seemingly unsolvable problem. If you could only realize that your actions against another only bring harm upon yourself, then violence would be, at last, a thing of the past.
Everything is connected. The cells of your bodies are the same as the stars in the universe. All of creation is full of life, and depends upon the whole in order to survive.
This planet gladly supports your existence by giving you food, air, and the means with which to enjoy your lives, yet you employ processes which slowly erode the protective atmosphere around it. It is exquisite and unique in many ways. Its beauty is a sight to behold, and its many exotic places offer physical, visual, and mental stimulation, yet many spend their entire lives ignoring it. It provides you with limitless sources of energy, yet you choose to exhaust all finite forms of generating power, excavating parts of the very foundation upon which you stand.
Knowledge, it seems, is looked upon as a threat to others. You have had the privilege to be influenced by the minds of the humans Tesla, Einstein, Galileo, Newton, and countless others. In your short existence, you have gone from embracing knowledge, to stamping out any and all possibilities of its gathering. The bodies you use every day are quite efficient in survival, yet you deliberately misuse and mistreat them, which leads to many deaths and illnesses which could have easily been avoided by not contaminating the food, water, and air which are so important to your existence.
Your ancestors were granted the opportunity of knowledge, and the ideas they collectively employed easily rival those of your greatest minds today. However, they as well, chose to abuse their gifts, and the power they attained as what you describe as "gods", fell just short of destroying this entire planet.
Their minds attained the ability to see through time, to know what was coming, yet they seemed powerless to avoid it.
My question to you is this. If you know that if your way of life continues, then your race, as well as your planet, will have very little chance of survival, will you, as a whole, do what is necessary to avoid it?
Instead of choosing to embrace a visitor, you at first, chose to attempt to either destroy or overpower me. Now that you see why war is no longer an option on my world, I suggest that you look at the person standing beside you. Imagine that you have no power over them, that you are unable harm them in any way, shape, or form. The only other choice left is to try to understand them and learn from them, as well as everyone else.
To those of you who know me, it may not come as a shock to you when I say that this is how I truly feel.
The first few years of my adolescent life, I was always trying to defend myself, physically as well as my ideas and opinions. It was when I began training in the martial arts when fighting became obsolete for those who opposed my views, and they had no choice but to open their mouths and speak, expressing their own valued opinions. What I learned about self-defense is that when you feel you must defend yourself, then there will always be those who attack you. When discussion of differences of opinion become the only "battle" you fight, then it ceases to be defense, and becomes the sharing of knowledge.
Our ancestors looked toward the skies for knowledge. They were able to do many things that we, with all our technology, have yet to figure out. It is my hope that, one day, we will return to that state of mind, when we reached for the sky, but weren't willing to settle for less than the stars.
It is also my strong belief, that technology will advance to the point where we will be able to prove, without a doubt, that we never needed the technology at all.
Maybe then...there will be no trigger to pull.
GLC
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GLC Presents: Real Women of "Genius" #11
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Posted:Mar 22, 2009 11:22 am
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2009 5:37 pm
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GLC Presents: Real Women of "Genius" #11
In this world where every network seems to have their own "reality" show where someone is looking for love, things can easily stray from what many might CALL reality. Surfing through the channels recently, I caught the words of a woman who was in a fury over the competition for someone's heart. She had become irritable, bitchy, and worse, VIOLENT. Her explanation was that she is unable to change who she is.
Today, I salute you, Ms. I Can't Help The Way I Am
News flash! EVERYONE can help the way they are. NO ONE is perfect. If you were, then, according to my belief, you wouldn't be here. We all have faults. Some can admit it. Others outrightly deny it.
I believe that anyone can live a satisfactory life while working on bettering themselves.
Here are some key points:
1. Stand your ground on your beliefs without being overbearing. I've seen SO many people try to impose their will on others, believing that THEIR way is the ONLY way. This is why I'm more of a spiritual person, and not a fan of organized religion. I do agree that some rules are necessary for those who can't seem to follow their own, but to bottleneck one's belief system into one way of thinking can deter someone from learning about the world they live in, and the meaning of their own life.
2. Be pleasant without sucking up. No one respects someone who kisses their ass. There is nothing wrong with showing respect, while at the same time, expecting the same. There is also nothing actually wrong with BEING wrong and making mistakes, because THAT is how we all learn. The goal is to try not to make the same mistake again and again.
3. Don't complain about something unless you are trying, or at least WILLING to try to fix it. I hear it ALL the time. Women complain about their body, their financial situation, their sex life, and even their love life.
Don't complain about your body if you don't exercise, eat healthy, and get enough rest. Your body is made to survive, and will adjust itself to its needs. If your activity increases, then your metabolism will increase. If you aren't very active, then your body won't need much energy. Now, I'm sure some like a burger, fries and a shake on occasion, but it shouldn't be a staple in your diet. Exercise keeps muscles working, and watching what you eat keeps you healthy. Last, but not least, sleep when you're tired. Sleep is the repair and restoration cycle that everyone needs. Don't avoid it.
Don't complain about money if you aren't trying to find a better job, or improve your education level in order to qualify for a better paying one. Although pursuing financial security is great, it should never be a path that tears down others in the process.
Also, if you want more sex, you have to realize one thing. It should never be the one and only thing that is important in your life. Too much of a good thing is exactly that. It makes you take it for granted, and it becomes less appreciated, and therefore, much more scarce. Sex is supposed to be fun, not a chore, and although the risks are obvious, it should definitely not be something to fear.
A love life is something everyone eventually wants to find, no matter how much they may deny it, and avoid getting too personal with someone. However, I believe that if you don't have something in your possession, you cannot share it with someone else. If you have food for yourself, you can give part of it to someone. If you have money, you can give part of it to someone. Love is the same. Love yourself, and you will be able to share that love with someone close to you.
4. Be proud of who you are without being conceited. If you are satisfied with the way you treat yourself, and the way you treat others, then you definitely deserve to be treated the same, as well as respected. However, looks are only a piece of the total package. If you workout seven times a week, yet you have the personality of the Queen's Royal Guard, then chances are, the looks aren't going to get you very far. In some cases, women tend to use their looks to get what they want. There is a name for that. It's called manipulation. Trickery. If anyone were to manipulate YOU into something, would it make you proud of who they are? Food for thought.
5. Violence rarely, if ever, solves anything. Not only is there the possibility of hurting someone physically, but you could also hurt yourself. Lashing out at someone is simply a way to draw attention away from insecurities, when the willingness to fight is one in itself. Fighting should always be a last resort, and should be avoided at all costs. Also, keep in mind that if someone can drive you to violence, it is an indirect way of controlling you.
It all comes down to the purpose of life, which I believe, is to strive to better oneself. Anyone who believes they are perfect is not only trying to fool others, but they are fooling themselves. Perfection IS the goal of life, but admitting you aren't perfect is part of the learning experience, and part of the journey.
GLC
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius"? #34, Mr. I Have No Specific Details
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Posted:Mar 14, 2009 10:03 pm
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2009 5:30 pm
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GLC Presents: Real Men of "Genius"? #34
Today, I salute you, Mr. I Have No Specific Details
Well, I've heard of people saying they aren't sure what they are looking for, but at MINIMUM they are at least sure that the person should live within a reasonable distance from them.
Enter YOU, the guy who needs a clue. Hell, I don't think clues THAT big exist.
Few things scream the words "I'M DESPERATE!!" more than voicing the fact that you'll settle for ANY woman that will give you the time of day. Who needs search parameters when you've included the entire PLANET in your search?
I mean, come on. At least say that she should live within 20 miles of you, be a certain age, or speak a certain language. One begins to wonder if she has to be BREATHING.
Okay, now THAT would make a bad situation a LOT worse.
Moving on...
In my experience, women love it when they meet a guy who knows what he wants. It gives them the idea that he has goals, and a good head on his shoulders.
What exactly do you imagine goes through a woman's mind when she gets your email stating, "I don't have any specifics about what/who I'm looking for."?
I'll give you three guesses.
1. Loser
2. Desperate
3. Single for a reason (probably reasons 1 and 2)
Take your pick. Either one would probably be right.
GLC
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