Anytime I'm in a room with any number of people, I run through several scenarios, many of the apocalyptic in nature, and divide them into two categories:
1) Those I would eat. 3) Those I would fuck before I ate.
I know that somehow I'm going to get in trouble for this, but not only do I entertain these thoughts, but I immediately start pairing people up in hopes that I'll have at least an even chance of hooking up with one of the hotter women. If there are an equal number of guys to girls, I try to compare myself to the other males in the room (or elevator).
"Okay, the guy near the door is way older than me, so he'd probably wind up with that old biddy by the window. That other guy by the snack machine is closer to my age, but I think I'm just a little better looking than him. Plus, that one gorgeous girl at the end of the table looks kinda gothy, I bet I could strike up a conversation with her better than he could ...".
Once I've convinced myself that I'll be forced to have sex with at least one of the more attractive women in the room, I start planning contingencies for fighting off the inevitable horde of mutant radioactive zombies. "Okay, the old guy works on the radio to see if he can get a message out, the girl in the
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this is already sort of a dude genre, but I think I stop short of zombies in my morbid fantasy. And I also think I started this years ago when there was once someone cute in my elevator. Since then, I can't stop. As much as I would like to.
I'll make a terrible post-apocalyptic barbarian warlord.odradakApril 7 2009, 01:27:27 UTC
Generally I make a list of who will die first and how long it will take them to turn into zombies/podpeople/republicans. At this point, there's always a better looking guy left and I'm the one that has to keep an eye out.
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1) Those I would eat.
3) Those I would fuck before I ate.
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I know that somehow I'm going to get in trouble for this, but not only do I entertain these thoughts, but I immediately start pairing people up in hopes that I'll have at least an even chance of hooking up with one of the hotter women. If there are an equal number of guys to girls, I try to compare myself to the other males in the room (or elevator).
"Okay, the guy near the door is way older than me, so he'd probably wind up with that old biddy by the window. That other guy by the snack machine is closer to my age, but I think I'm just a little better looking than him. Plus, that one gorgeous girl at the end of the table looks kinda gothy, I bet I could strike up a conversation with her better than he could ...".
Once I've convinced myself that I'll be forced to have sex with at least one of the more attractive women in the room, I start planning contingencies for fighting off the inevitable horde of mutant radioactive zombies. "Okay, the old guy works on the radio to see if he can get a message out, the girl in the ( ... )
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