Try supergluing quarters to the floor at the mall, then sit back and watch people try to pick them up....you'll be hilariously amazed at how badly some people want that quarter.
I like an escalator, man, 'cause an escalator can never break. It can only become stairs. There would never be an "Escalator Temporarily Out of Order" sign, only "Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the Convenience."
I suppose I don't have to tell you that some people are just touchy feely, it may not mean a thing.
However, even as I type this I recall that you are rather astute on human nature, and could certainly tell the difference between a meaningless touch and a meaningful one.
So, in the interst of typing practice, I will continue to comment by saying that the fact that you were too busy for her likely built upon any exsiting attraction by communicating that you are not a needy lonely old fart, and that you live a purpose driven life. I believe that alot of women ENJOY the chase. Don't get caught too easily.
Roy rode into Houston On the fifteenth of July They’d brought him in to help clean up the town
He worked the Exxon building Down on 21st and Main From the 42nd floor down to the ground
He worked without a scaffold And he always worked alone And everybody knew he was the best
People’d come from miles around And stand down in the street To watch the Fastest Squeegee in the West
Window-washing cowboy Make ‘em shiny clean Windex and a squeegee in your hand You’ll never find another love like your sweet Marie From Abilene down to the Rio Grande
Roy saw her there one morning On the 37th floor The nameplate on her desk just said “Marie”
He made sure he was cleaning The second window from the right Every Thursday at precisely 10:03
He’d tap the glass and wave And she’d look up and give a smile Each time she did, his heart would swell with pride
And even though they’d never spoken once Roy vowed to Heaven That one day he’d make that sweet Marie his bride
Window-washing cowboy Make ‘em shiny clean Windex and a squeegee in your hand You’ll never find another love like your sweet Marie From Abilene down to the Rio Grande
It took him months, but Roy Worked up the nerve to bare his soul So up he went to ask her for her hand
And when he reached the window There she was: his sweet Marie Wrapped in the arms of the carpet-cleaning man
He hung there for a moment As his poor heart broke in two And all his hopes and dreams came crashing down
Then Roy unhitched his safety line And, with a mournful cry He raced his final teardrops to the ground
Window-washing cowboy Make ‘em shiny clean Windex and a squeegee in your hand You’ll never find another love like your sweet Marie From Abilene down to the Rio Grande
And so there ends the tragic tale Of squeegee-slingin’ Roy: A lonely soul who loved and died in vain
He left his mark on Main Street And no matter how they tried They couldn’t scrub away that cowboy-colored stain
On Thursdays, people say You still can see him up above And the echoes of his final cry remain
And to this day, they tell the tale Of the window-washing cowboy He loved windows, but he couldn’t stand the pain…
In the 21st century, it is totally acceptable to be a little forward. If a lady smiles at me I'll smile back, but I won't recognize it as a sign of dating interest.
Be a little bit forward. Example: About a month ago, I was at a restaurant paying the cashier. The hostess walks over, hands me a pen & paper then says, "Start Writing!" I didn't argue. She called me, and we had a nice date.
I have a belt on that's holding up my pants, and my pants have belt loops that holding up my belt. I don't know what's really happenin' down there. Who is the real hero?
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RE: Name 1 crazy thing you have done
Try supergluing quarters to the floor at the mall, then sit back and watch people try to pick them up....you'll be hilariously amazed at how badly some people want that quarter.