I’m brutal and impatient.<\/p>\n
I don’t know how I manage to keep my license.<\/p>\n
I’m way to quick to toot my horn and push my way to where I wanna go.<\/p>\n
I’m a menace.<\/p>\n
I should be illegal.<\/p>\n
On rare occasions, I suppress my brutal urges.<\/p>\n
When I’m first dating a girl, I’m nice.<\/p>\n
But sometimes I can change during the course of one date.<\/p>\n
Case in point — 2002.<\/p>\n
We met at Stu and Lew’s Christmas party.<\/p>\n
She was an executive.<\/p>\n
I love powerful women.<\/p>\n
We had our first date at the Magic Carpet on Pico Blvd.<\/p>\n
She wasn’t as concerned about my past writing on —- but that I was too religious for her.<\/p>\n
I was Orthodox and she was Conservative.<\/p>\n
Lunch went well enough for us to go out again.<\/p>\n
We went to a movie in Santa Monica.<\/p>\n
On the drive there, I was very careful.<\/p>\n
Then I got us into an argument on abortion.<\/p>\n
She thought it should be legal and guilt-free. I was more gloomy.<\/p>\n
We watched the movie.<\/p>\n
I drove back brutally.<\/p>\n
"I can see you’re no longer trying to impress me," she noted as I raced through a yellow light and smacked into a few bumps.<\/p>\n
Damn, women are so intuitive.<\/p>\n
How do they pick up on these things? How can they tell I no longer care so much?<\/p>\n
If I can ever learn to fake caring, I’ll be the complete loving package.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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