So, while you MAY be looking at my screen name and saying to yourself..."wow, that guy likes to whisk things! He must be a baker" you would be wrong. It is a testament to my impulsiveness and tragic typing skills that rendered that name. it was supposed to be WHISKEY but, alas, the all enticing "enter" button called my finger too soon and I am stuck with the name whiskeAndSmokes... Sad really, but then again if you judge people on their screen names then we prolly would not get along. I prefer to judge by pictures...lol. ok, there is a bit of truth in there but hey, attraction is attraction and i AM a guy and I will never apologize for it. I like who I am and accept the so-called "short comings" that come with being male.
I guess i should say that as yet I don't have a car, not because I am a deadbeat, but I actually LIKE public transport. I went to school in Boston (Berklee) and fell in love with not having to drive. I have a license so I CAN drive, I just like to walk and take the train/bus more. Dealbreaker? too bad.
aside from my day job, i am a musician/singer/songwriter i write acoustic stuff as well as dance/trance/house music. is it any good? i think so, and so does my mom, but she thinks anything i do is pretty cool and she told me just yesterday that I am the most handsomest man in the world! when i asked why not the universe and she said, "because i don't LIVE in the universe!"
i WILL cross the street to pet a puppy, or really big dog, it is a weakness. I dream in color and I get the most ridiculous songs stuck in my head for no apparent reason (got that annoying song "friday" stuck in my head on a monday once how fucking horrible is THAT?!)
(observations at a bar)
I love dive bars.
I am not one to socially attack a woman. I will smile, but I realize that the LAST thing a woman wants when she out is to have every guy at the bar have a try at her. Unless she is just out to boost her ego, and then I prolly won't find her attractive enough to talk to her anyway.
I am convinced that most people have an idea of who they think they are, and what they want, but when what/who they want comes face to face with them they tend more to nitpick and judge it, out of fear of living up to something they believed that whole time was just fantasy or an ideal, rather than attainable. Of course it could just be that people THINK they know who or what they want and they really have no clue.
My eyelid keeps twitching, am I having a stroke?
Horn dog bartenders are assholes. Give it a rest already. Yes, you control the booze but it does NOT make you "lord god of pussy" (actual quote from a bartender).
Ladies, you're not the only ones with fantasies, don't be afraid to be socially aggressive with men. NO it does not make you a slut. Despite what you may believe the idea of "being a slut" is more a female construct than a male one designed to subjugate your base, carnal desires. We all have them. Revel in them. Sate them. Don't reduce yourself to other people's morality.
Why, in the name of all that is holy, do guys who have no business wearing them think they are hip if they were skinny jeans. I'm looking at you Jabba at the end of the bar. Perched like a gargoyle in the prime spot where young coeds HAVE to go to get their beer. I will point you to my previous point you slimy fuck wagon. Girls need to be hit on by you like they need jalapeño tampons. Just stop. Please. You are just one, in a long line of reasons single women wear "wedding rings" and susequently decent guys simply leave them alone.
Obscenely drunk women are not attractive.
(having no relation to my last statement) just because you THINK you can dance does not mean you actually can dance. And alcohol actually diminishes your ability but somehow increases your belief. Alcohol, in this situation is like a liquid sermon that sends you, flailing, out of the church, "Sisters of the immaculate sad dance" with your ridiculous belief structure fortified, blind and gives you the impression that you can propel your religion on others. We are not impressed, or joining your congregation any day soon.
Last call, lights up and time to go home.
(here ends observations at a bar...for now)