So there was this uber hot chick at the bar last night, sporting a tight shirt, tight jeans, and a nice... ahem. And good for her... now you will be asking yourself, did I do anything about it. Uh. No. Once again, I chickened out. I don't understand why I do this, afterall, I did take Dale Carnegie and broke out of my box in more ways than one.

(continue reading this dribble...)