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Some young blond comes up to you and starts chatting you up in a room full of younger and better looking people? You're the mark.

Killjoy.

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

Had a co-worker who came in all excited about this girl who had met. The guy was not a troll but Hollywood was never going to come knocking.

So he spent a few minutes raving about how nice and sweet and funny and gorgeous Dream Girl was. I kept my mouth shut because why stamp on someone's dreams if you don't have to? Besides the rest of the office was all too eager to tell him that he was being played. They popped his bubble and he agreed that he was worthless and no girl would ever want him. Ticked me off. Finally the office manager shooed everyone back to their desks and took him into her office. After telling him to take reasonable precautions she also told him to go for it.

About a month later Dream Girl stopped by the office to pick him up and while she was also no troll she did not have to worry about Hollywood either. Which is ok because they are a bunch of jerks out there anyway.

It was a nice sweet romance between two ordinary people and it made me feel all gooey inside.

[5th MEB]

But OOOHHHH so true!

[SaveFerris]

Many years ago, I was out and sitting next to me was an older friend (we were just friends) when some clown walks up and asks us if we know where ....... David Allen Coe (!) was and had we seen him. Right out of the blue.

So I immediately asked him, “What makes you think WE would know where David Allen Coe is?”

He said, “I heard he was here”. So I suggested he try a different spot, about 250 feet down the road.

I said to my friend, “I don’t know what he’s up to but that story was a complete lie”. She informed me that I was too paranoid.

A few minutes later, I see that guy looking at me from about 100 feet across the room. I just stared into his eyes until he decided to walk off. Yeah, buddy...

I went outside another direction and saw him get picked up in a car. He never even saw that I was watching him get in the car.

He. Failed.

Whatever it was that he was trying.

And he didn’t look too pleased that his scheme (whatever it was) didn’t work out.

I’m sure he (maybe) completed high school. Well, maybe junior high school. Maybe. He might have even acted in a school play in the 5th grade.

I worked with some of the best liars in the world when I was in Big 6. That kind of stuff usually gets my attention very quickly.

(O.K., typos - I’m getting sleepy, LOL)