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I've realized that depending on where I'm playing volleyball and the skill level that ball is being played, makes my mental state vary. For instance, on Tuesday nights in Danvers, I try to serve to this one older woman who whined and complained about the music we were playing on the radio. Bitch please, we were listening to something that was similar to magic 106.7. In case you're not from Boston, its the kind of station that will play Shania Twain and Michael Bolton. I dont know about you, but those two artists don't really pump up my adrenaline to play any sport. It's possible that Shania could get my blood flowing...but not for volleyball.
So yes, I picked on her all night...by serving, catching her out of position and hitting it over her head (yet still in bounds)...I kept on serving it to her and made her shank the passes...I was saying lots of fun stuff in my head and at one point, actually mumbled "this is for the music you stupid bitch..." needless to say, my co-worker on the team was laughing.
For the most part, girls that play volleyball are hot. I mean, like true volleyball players. Like the ones that wear spandex and show off their asses. I should youtube some of this shit.
1-800-Comcast. Who would've thought this would be a great way to talk to women? Last night I interacted with two women over the phone. I'm a tenant, so I told them that I'm sure they couldn't really help me, but I have no internet and no cable tv. Can you please look into it and just tell me why?
They pitied me and with my second phone convo, actually got her to laugh. While she was doing some typing, I just asked where she was based out of, because it sounded like she had a Boston accent. I could tell she was a bit put off by it (especially when she mentioned the fact that she had a husband) but casually said how she's in Manchester, NH. She found it funny and stated that she couldn't wait to tell her husband, who had grown up in Roslindale. She continued to talk about how every now and then he has it. I said "has it? you talk as if it's some kind of disease...it's not that bad of a thing...plus my sister lives in Roslindale."
I got her to laugh...and I established a personal connection with Roslindale. and Bam, this woman was kind enough to fix my internet and cable tv. Was she allowed to? Probably not.
I randomly went out to some bar in either Allston or Brighton...this was Wednesday night. I sat down with my friend Amy, Dave, and some other ppl who all knew eachother thru this girl named Katie. I think it was Katie...anyways, it was "katie's" birthday. I was a bit put off of going out, for I was wearing clothes which I usually dont wear for going out in public (gym pants and a t shirt). In case you dont know, I make fun of women who lack the responsibility (or whatever it may be) to at least put on a decent pair of jeans to go out in public).
The waitress immediately came over and asked what I wanted to eat. I hadn't even seen a menu, so I knew instantly that this girl kind of sucked at life. But, slightly intrigued about her (she was cute and good to look at, which most waitresses are) I asked her what appetizer she would recommend. She claimed the artichoke and spinach dip.
I thought to myself "what a pussy of an appetizer..." Granted, if she and I were on a date, and she wanted that as an app, we probably would've ordered it. But seeing that I'm a 23 year old male, I then asked her "what do you have that's more manly..."
Katie was hooked on me and started laughing...and thats how I knew that she was digging me. The night continued...I called her and Amy having some "girly moments" together...meaning, they were talking about something (boys, or how studly i am) and she again, just bursted out laughing.
Point of the story. There really isn't one...I guess it just feels good to make new people laugh. To actually be able to strike up a random conversation with someone that is a complete stranger...and for it to be pretty chill.
So yes, I picked on her all night...by serving, catching her out of position and hitting it over her head (yet still in bounds)...I kept on serving it to her and made her shank the passes...I was saying lots of fun stuff in my head and at one point, actually mumbled "this is for the music you stupid bitch..." needless to say, my co-worker on the team was laughing.
For the most part, girls that play volleyball are hot. I mean, like true volleyball players. Like the ones that wear spandex and show off their asses. I should youtube some of this shit.
1-800-Comcast. Who would've thought this would be a great way to talk to women? Last night I interacted with two women over the phone. I'm a tenant, so I told them that I'm sure they couldn't really help me, but I have no internet and no cable tv. Can you please look into it and just tell me why?
They pitied me and with my second phone convo, actually got her to laugh. While she was doing some typing, I just asked where she was based out of, because it sounded like she had a Boston accent. I could tell she was a bit put off by it (especially when she mentioned the fact that she had a husband) but casually said how she's in Manchester, NH. She found it funny and stated that she couldn't wait to tell her husband, who had grown up in Roslindale. She continued to talk about how every now and then he has it. I said "has it? you talk as if it's some kind of disease...it's not that bad of a thing...plus my sister lives in Roslindale."
I got her to laugh...and I established a personal connection with Roslindale. and Bam, this woman was kind enough to fix my internet and cable tv. Was she allowed to? Probably not.
I randomly went out to some bar in either Allston or Brighton...this was Wednesday night. I sat down with my friend Amy, Dave, and some other ppl who all knew eachother thru this girl named Katie. I think it was Katie...anyways, it was "katie's" birthday. I was a bit put off of going out, for I was wearing clothes which I usually dont wear for going out in public (gym pants and a t shirt). In case you dont know, I make fun of women who lack the responsibility (or whatever it may be) to at least put on a decent pair of jeans to go out in public).
The waitress immediately came over and asked what I wanted to eat. I hadn't even seen a menu, so I knew instantly that this girl kind of sucked at life. But, slightly intrigued about her (she was cute and good to look at, which most waitresses are) I asked her what appetizer she would recommend. She claimed the artichoke and spinach dip.
I thought to myself "what a pussy of an appetizer..." Granted, if she and I were on a date, and she wanted that as an app, we probably would've ordered it. But seeing that I'm a 23 year old male, I then asked her "what do you have that's more manly..."
Katie was hooked on me and started laughing...and thats how I knew that she was digging me. The night continued...I called her and Amy having some "girly moments" together...meaning, they were talking about something (boys, or how studly i am) and she again, just bursted out laughing.
Point of the story. There really isn't one...I guess it just feels good to make new people laugh. To actually be able to strike up a random conversation with someone that is a complete stranger...and for it to be pretty chill.