And so it Goes...

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.