I’m about 179 degrees most of the time, on most subjects. Althrough I apparently have some reasonable insight into my friends lives and relationships, according to them, I’m completely clueless about my own. I tend to just keep to myself these days. I don’t have to understand myself, I accept me anyway. No choice, really.
It’s not just men that can be clueless. I have it on good authority that there are certain times in which (to borrow the words of a favorite author,) I “couldn’t catch a clue if I went out into a field full of horny clues during clue mating season, rubbed my naked body with clue musk and danced the ritual clue mating dance.”
*Hands over an intricately carved Clue Call* Here. Hope that helps. Seriously though, I wasn’t thinking Mick was being that clueless except at the end, I thought he was just being cautious. *Boards the Clueless Boat*
Worse than being the clueless guy, is being informed of being the clueless guy 6 months too late.
Spent 3 months not pursuing a girl because I was following idiotic guy code for a bro that saw her first but had no chance with her. 4 months later as we are all leaving college a group of us are having a “If I were “person X” I would have done “Y” conversation. Said female pops out with If I were craigory I would have had my way with “her name” when I had the chance”. 18 years later and happily married but still kicking myself.
They’ve been walking a decent distance… It’s not just a ‘short stroll’ from Deep Ellum (where I’m assuming the coffee shop is at least on the edge of) to Dallas City Hall….
Or as most people will know it as, The Lower 5 Floors of the OCP (Omni Consumer Products) Building.
Hell, I’m a self-identified and pretty much hopelessly irredeemable idiot when it comes to women and even I’M not that obtuse . . . .
I am that obtuse.
At least four times that I’ve determined, ~well~ after the fact.
You and me both, sir.
We’ve all been there at least once.
I’m about 179 degrees most of the time, on most subjects. Althrough I apparently have some reasonable insight into my friends lives and relationships, according to them, I’m completely clueless about my own. I tend to just keep to myself these days. I don’t have to understand myself, I accept me anyway. No choice, really.
I’m constantly that obtuse as a matter of principle.
Huh? I guess I missed something……
It’s not just men that can be clueless. I have it on good authority that there are certain times in which (to borrow the words of a favorite author,) I “couldn’t catch a clue if I went out into a field full of horny clues during clue mating season, rubbed my naked body with clue musk and danced the ritual clue mating dance.”
*Hands over an intricately carved Clue Call* Here. Hope that helps. Seriously though, I wasn’t thinking Mick was being that clueless except at the end, I thought he was just being cautious. *Boards the Clueless Boat*
i am unfortunately, THAT guy.
countless botched social encounters later, here we are.
Worse than being the clueless guy, is being informed of being the clueless guy 6 months too late.
Spent 3 months not pursuing a girl because I was following idiotic guy code for a bro that saw her first but had no chance with her. 4 months later as we are all leaving college a group of us are having a “If I were “person X” I would have done “Y” conversation. Said female pops out with If I were craigory I would have had my way with “her name” when I had the chance”. 18 years later and happily married but still kicking myself.
They’ve been walking a decent distance… It’s not just a ‘short stroll’ from Deep Ellum (where I’m assuming the coffee shop is at least on the edge of) to Dallas City Hall….
Or as most people will know it as, The Lower 5 Floors of the OCP (Omni Consumer Products) Building.
I caught a clue once. I had a fever and headache then I got better. What’s that??? Oh…
I caught the flu once…..