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3:52 p.m.

Before I begin, I would like everyone to know that if Ryan and I played Ping-Pong and decided to truly unleash our hidden superman powers, the game would be just like this. (Thanks to Andria for sharing this link)

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I have another rule to add to my Bus Guide. Rule #6 - I don't care if you are a man or a woman, don't take up seats on the bus with your stupid bag. Hold that shit in your lap like a civilized person would. Christ, you act like it would put you out to hold your own possessions for like fifteen minutes so that somebody can have a seat.

Example: Today I get on the bus to go home, and there is one seat available. It is a seat next to a girl who has placed her book bag in it. Since I don't want to stand if I don't have to, I naturally go up to her and ask, "Can I sit here?"

Translation: "Will you not be selfish and allow a fellow human being the luxury of resting his tired feet?"

She pretended like she didn't hear me. She was engrossed in her romance novel. Whatever. I asked her again. "Excuse me, is somebody sitting here? Is it okay if I sit down?"

Again, she pretended not to hear me. Look, I know you fucking heard me, bitch. It's not like I'm whispering. People up at the front of the bus heard me, so I know you did. Danielle Steel's description of a warm and willing phallus is not so engrossing that you can't at least acknowledge that I am speaking to you.

But I'm not an ass, so again I say, "I would like to sit down if that's all right? Excuse me?"

That's 1, 2...ah, yes, 3 times I've asked you. Therefore you cannot get pissed at me when I unceremoniously lift your fucking bag off of that seat, hold it out to you, and ask, "Is this yours?"

"Uh, yeah" she says, indicating that she is none too happy with the fact that I'm touching her stuff.

"Ah, good. I wasn't sure, since it wasn't in your lap," I replied, and then shoved it at her so I could sit down. I'm a perfect gentleman, but rudeness meets rudeness.

And then, just to enforce stereotypes, she got off the bus at a sorority house and went inside, but not before stopping to get something out of her BMW parked out front.

I bet it pisses her off that being rich and beautiful doesn't automatically earn an average middle class guy's respect and/or servitude.

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One email question today, inspired by yesterday's post about race and my previous post about what I like in women:

"Do you have an ethnic preference in the women you consider dating or hooking up with, or does that matter to you at all?"

First of all, I like how we disguise the phrase, "Engage in Mad Serious Fucking" by calling it "Hooking Up." I just thought I would clarify that one to those of you that don't quite understand that this person is asking me if I prefer white or dark meat for a bit of Ye Olde Sucky Sucky.

The answer is no, but I know a great many people that do have a preference. In fact, I once had a discussion with a girl in a psychology class about this very subject. She openly admitted to me that she would only date white men. At the time I thought it was ridiculous, but when I think about it, it's not so unusual. A lot of people just prefer to date within their own ethnic sphere.

Hot is hot. I don't care where your ancestors came from. And I don't remember there being a clause that says you have to be white to be interesting, educated, or funny.

To sum up: Although I never have dated or "hooked up" outside of white women, that doesn't mean that I never could or never will. Whatever background a girl comes from, if she fits a fair portion of the picture I've painted here, she stands a rather good chance with me, and I'd be more than happy to stand a chance with her.

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