I went to McDonald’s yesterday (when I woke up I told myself Subway, but Subway doesn’t have double cheeseburgers). They were busy, so while I was waiting in line I heard a guy, probably upper 60’s yell to another, “Get your candy out! Here comes a nice one!” I witnessed a girl, very normal looking 30 something walking in. That guy not only thought that thought, he shared it with the entire McD’s. It got worse, sadly.
As she ordered, superperv got up and shuffled over to the counter right behind her and struck up/forced a conversation. Within 15 seconds, he was talking about his chemo. Ah, the old sympathy ploy. Time tested. It never works, but it is time tested.
This is what sucks about this guy. 1) He’s twice her age. If you’re 60+ and you want a hot chick, you have to be rich. Not to presume, but we were in McDonald’s. 2) He was hanging out a McDonald’s. Go to a bar like a man and stare into your glass, regretting life decisions, alone while slow country tunes roll off the jukebox. Sorry, just having flashbacks of most of my weekends. 3) If you’re going to hit on chicks, be confident. Don’t initiate and go right for cancer. That’s pathetic. Look, women like assertiveness. Tell them you are the best (not hard for me, FYI). They respect that, plus over time they love to be told what to think, how to vote, their cooking skills are strong, etc. Trust me – I know, I’m an unmarried 33 year old man. I know women.