Music?
Someone at work had the audacity to ask me what kind of music I listen to. A question like that is a trap set by a person, and this person is usually someone who earns substantially less, but considers himself socially superior. This question is his attempt to intimidate in the presence of serious-looking single women who pretend not to overhear. No man can get this answer right, not when the question is posed so suddenly, in the guise of a legitimate query.
With women what works best is to show I have no time-not even for music. So I said I don't have time, and made him look like someone who has time for himself. Someone who's going to get fired as soon as the fresh batch of pink chips get passed around.
I work hard just so I can keep ahead of such inadequate specimens of manhood. Yet they affect me in ways which even my therapist can't understand. Maybe I should fire my therapist.
All this is very stressful stuff.
- posted by Male Whore @ 10:07 AM