Archive for February, 2006

Gettin’ the 411

Tuesday, February 7th, 2006

u know, i realize that the one piece of information people take
for granted is the email address.  dude, there’s like SO much u can do with
it.  like, u thought giving out your phone number to some dude is
scary.  well, believe me, email addresses are much scarier. 

so
think about the stuff u can tell about someone just from their email.
like i got one email from someone i met on the internet recently that
says "katee1003".  hmm…what can u gather from this u say?  well,
besides her first name, i bet her birthday’s probably 10/03.  next, i
plug her email into xanga/friendster/myspace and *BAM*…her
picture shows up!  i get all this detailed info about where she’s from,
her photo album, friends, what schools she went to, testimonials, blah
blah.  u can even plug her email into google and sometimes, stuff comes
up…  man, i’ve turned into a cyberstalker! 

its just scary how much power a single email can give a sick perv like m…err…i mean who *thinks* like me.  i think giving out
cell phone numbers is probably safer since u can always block their
numbers and they can’t really tell much about u except what area code
you’re in…

Open Doors

Wednesday, February 1st, 2006

ok, so i got into this semi-heated discussion with my friend about guys and opening doors.  she thinks guys should *always*
open doors for girls cuz they’re guys and they’re suppose to be gentlemen-like.
but i think…well, u got arms…open it ur dam self!  haha
jk.  but seriously…i think it’s kinda lame to expect guys to
open doors for girls *all* the time.  it’s kinda like buying a
girl flowers…if u buy it all the time, it’s kinda becomes an
obligation vs. doing something special.  so the day u dont give
her flowers, she’ll be thinking…is he breaking up with me? 

ok, so that was an extreme example but i think its still somewhat
true.  on a first date, u should definitely give a good impression
and open the door for the lady or push her seat in at the dinner
table.  but after u guys are together, drop the charades
man…she’ll see thru u like a cop thru tinted windows…err…or
is it the one-ring thru frodo.  ya, whatever…u know what i mean.