Random Musings

I think Rodimus is my favourite forumite.

Well OK, but that's pound shop Matrix cosplay not snappy dressing.

ETA he's wearing trainers and a vest FFS.

I also read his posts with sirens in the background but for different reasons.

Ahhh man, this thread has really delivered. Also props for Rod really Daniel Day-Lewising his character.

here’s one of my favourite Instagram personalities 

http://instagram.com/p/CI2QHQZjiMy

Cool - and what was your base character like in the game?

#obligatory

Brings me daily joy.

Yeah. Always utterly baffling, but sometimes quite wholesome. Then he ruins it all and goes all misogynistic on us.

I'd compare him to James Bond, but he'd probably get the wrong idea.

I don't know why people keep calling me a character, but i'm starting to think maybe i am one.

I think i give off this impression of being confident and outgoing, but in reality i'm only that way around people who i don't care that much about. It's why i'm able to say basically anything to any woman i meet, but it's a facade.

I'm learning a lot about the real me, from how i am around this woman i fancy at work. The real me is timid, and pathetic, and agonises internally over every little interaction i have with the people i like. I have had literally hundreds of witty chat up lines and all the opportunity i could want to deliver them, but i haven't because i'm scared it wont land.

Instead i pay her compliments that are just pathetically earnest.

Compared to a night out at a bar last week where, through a series of events a woman at the table next to me said i could try a chat up line on her friend, i actually said, noticing the carpe diem tattoo on her wrist 'oh, you like latin do you, well how about latin me into your knickers?'

80 percent of the time, that line doesn't work. I know it, but don't care about the consequences so can just say it.

In this case it did work, but that was likely only because the entire reason for the conversation was they overheard me talking about some drunkard who came out of the bathroom and started telling random women he was thinking about them in there while holding himself and how i couldn't believe it ever even drew a smile. And it worked in the sense that we just continued the conversation and then went our separate ways at closing time.

Is the me that can just say and do whatever i want the real me, or am i at my realest around someone i've grown to truly care about? I don't care about yo-yoing, i'm just literally picking up hobbies to see if anything impresses her in the break room. In the past fortnight i've taken up origami, magic, smoking and playing the kalimba.

I'm sorry. We're at the i've been drinking portion of the evening now. But those of you who think i'm just a pathetic joke, well i've been feeling that way too recently, and it ain't getting any better. Obviously despite my bravado last weekend i did not sweep her off her feet on Monday, i bottled it.

But yeah, this place can be a pretty good distraction sometimes from my current woes.

Youthist

Maybe it's what he does with it...

One should never underestimate the wooing ability of a man proficient in the art of the yo-yo.

I’ve probably mentioned this before but when you could get those Coca Cola, Sprite and Fanta Yo-yos in the 80s I actually won the limited edition gold one but I can’t find it now

It was fucking awesome but strangely it did NOT get me any pussay

I'm real enough.

In fact, if anyone wants to verify it and is

a) willing to dress like a western character
b) willing to vow to me that they will not tell any of the women attending that i fancy one of them quite a lot

there is an open invitation to my birthday party in Essex at the tail end of January.