
I don't want to 'participate' with people when they start. I don't have to. I just smile blithely.

Welcome to America. We are Americans. Americans like to fight. All American fights end up like this...

And that's not attractive. And being attractive is far more important than being right.
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Last night I had really, really bad luck. I was at a party with my current girlfriwend and the bartender was my ex. I am not going to lie, my ex looked fucking hot. I think my current noticed my noticing her hotness. She yelled at me right at the party in front of my ex. I didn't say a word, I just let her get it off her chest. Yelling is the best way to end a relationship. It reminds me of my mommy.
Ooh - Girlfriends don't like dat.
But looking good AND being right? Makes me sleep very well at night.
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