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@KiKi88 @Dicer @GoodBoyUV @WashedOutGundamPilot @mischievoustomato I loved HS in the 70's.
In South Orange County CA, with a customized van, and a job (wymyn love cash), I was the fkn nightmare of any father who saw me pull in to pick up his daughter. In HS, I really didn't know what I was doing with wymyn exactly, but I did well. I hit a slump a couple years afterward, I was talking to my co-workers about it, and Max taps me on the shoulder and says "It's not you, it's them. Here's why."
I could go on and on about the "lessons" he taught me about female behavior and thought processes. Trust me, dude taught me how to walk into a meat market and gleefully shop.
It opened my eyes. I was TOO fkn nice. And wymyn confuse "nice" with "thirsty", hence they chase the bad boys. I didn't act like a bad boy, I just started not giving a shit on the outside.