If younger women found me as attractive as it seems older women do, my nickname would be Hef. As it goes, an older woman at the hospital yesterday told me I look like Tim Robbins. Here's how it went with the younger.
Conversation I imagined:
Hot Hand Massage Girl at Hospital: "So how did you get your job here anyway? Ive been trying to get one for so long!"
Smoove D: "Well, it's like this. People know a good thing when they see it. And that's what I am. A good thing. Except when I'm being a bad boy. Haha. I'm witty."
HHMGH: "Wow! I can see that! So what would I need to do to land a job like yours?"
SD: "Give me your phone number and Danimal will see what he can do, baby."
Actual conversation:
HHMGH: "So how did you get your job here anyway? Ive been trying to get one for so long!"
UnSmoove D: "Well, Uhhh, I guess, are you certified?"
HHMGH: "Yeah."
USD: "It helps if you know someone. I did. And I bothered them until they responded."
HHMGH: "Oh."
USD: "Well...Good luck with that."
I guess I just have to remember this. That hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things. Get busy livin', or get busy dyin'.
Dufresne out.