
SOME HYPOTHETICAL INSTANCES IN WHICH WOMEN I DATE SHOULD KNOW THAT THEY ARE ON THEIR OWN
Sure, it’s easy to be a hero in the right circumstances.
Have a giant, grotesque beast of a spider crawling up the wall? No problem. I will kill it without remorse — with my bare hand if I have to! Garbage bag split, unleashing nasty wet trash substances? I will clean it, even if the smell makes me want to vomit. The little stuff is no problem for me, and there’s actually a lot of little stuff that really freaks people out. One girl I dated refused to talk to clowns, but if there were ever a situation in which talking to a clown had been absolutely necessary and unavoidable, I would’ve had no problem. I’ve looked into it, and most non-movie clowns are not supernaturally evil.
On the other hand, there’s just some stuff that I won’t do for a woman, no matter how much I love her, or how many cute faces she makes. There’s plenty of unfortunate and grotesque things that I’d do that would make most boyfriends wretch, but even my psyche has limits; so, in the rare case that I ever start dating anyone that’s reading this, take this as a warning:
If we’re ever canoodling on a dark and stormy night while watching, let’s say, a zombie film, and there are loud crashes of thunder just before the electricity goes out, I’m not going into the basement to check on the fuses. You are. I can’t even imagine any version of this scenario where I would willingly open the basement door. I will be waiting on the couch until you get back, and if it’s still dark and you’re moving curiously slowly when you show up I’m taking the cat and going back to my parent’s house.
If, perhaps, you somehow find yourself dangling precariously by one hand from a window ledge of a skyscraper (or above any deep chasm, really), I’m not going to try to pull you back up. I’ll sit ten to twenty feet away and give you moral support, but mostly I’ll just wait until help arrives because I am not getting close to any drop of more than six feet. I love you, but I don’t like falling to my death. I’ll be crippled with fear a little ways over there, thinking about how — statistically speaking — you’ll probably just pull me over the edge with you. I don’t care for that.
If you somehow get caught in a screaming match with a known felon and gang member over something irrationally stupid, I’m not going to back you up unless I find your argument to be valid and sound, and only then if I think we can persuade the felon to follow our logic. If the circumstances fail to meet those two conditions, I’m going to be slowly backing away from you, my hands out in front of me in the least-threatening position I can find, just to make sure that the quickly-growing mob of Jets or Sharks or Warriors knows that this is your battle. My point is: don’t give people on the street dirty looks.
I’m sure there are other situations in which you’ll find that you’ll have to save us, like snakes, being lost in the desert, and when we encounter acidic alien blobs that indiscriminately devour humans, but I think this is a good starter set.


Murphy wrote:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTyXskOkHjw&mode=related&search=
This is flipping hilarious. To me at least.
Marzipan wrote:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o3OUmw2O-rA&NR
This guy's sentencing is CRAZY.

Rama wrote:Aww...
I love cute things, too.

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