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Awesome encounter with The Spectacular Specimen


Awesome encounter...

This is probably the best encounter ever. If you're in a spinny chair, get ready to go nuts...like the 11 year old in my presence currently. I found myself warning, "Hey...make sure you don't throw up over there." Don't you wish I could teach your future children?

So, we'll call this male the "Spectacular Specimen (SS)" mostly because I don't remember his name, he obviously made quite the impression ;) He described what he desperately wishes others would notice about him, like so...

"People always think I'm a player because of my outward appearance..." My left eyebrow rises at this point. SS continues, "I'm so sick of people calling me things like 'Brad Pitt' and 'Hollywood' ya know? I wish people would see my loving and godly heart instead." This is where I nod my head, in compassion for this poor man who thinks his special, special looks are so troubling. Little does he know, there's that little piece of "nice guy" missing in him....humility...and if you're anything like myself, a healthy amount of some goofiness! Frosting on top of the cocky cake..."It's like when a 7 ft tall person gets told over and over, 'Wow you're tall!'" Really that's what it's like? So Spectacular Specimen, you're saying that it's not an opinion that you're good looking, it is in fact, a FACT?! Wow. Here is the question that floods my mind: If you are in fact SO spectacular looking, why do you have to tell me about it? I actually have another question too...How much product did it take to get that faux-hawk up and runnin?! Now I'm just curious. I've definitely dated "Fancy hair guy." There are enough things to argue about in a relationship...I don't want to have to worry about someone occupying my straightener and using up my palmade.

Good luck to SS, finding a gal who loves her some good lookin, God lovin, men!

Comments

Ashlyn Carter said…
hahahaha oh how i die to know who these fools are.
Rowdy said…
anyone who tells you what they are, they aren't.

male or female.

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