Ferris Bueller

And here we pay witness to the death of chivalry and nobility.

Personally, I'd rather demonstrate my endless charm in some way that doesnt involve pixels. I spend too much time playing video games as it is. Besides, doesnt it seem a little interesting to anyone else that the current tool of choice for getting into a chick's pants is a video game system whos name bears a striking resemblance to a euphemism for male genitals?

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leejo

Whatever works, dude.

You know what's funny? 10 years ago I lived in this really cool babe-magnet lair in Folly Beach, SC. I was 100 yards from the ocean and...well let's just say that I didn't need a Wii. Sure, my little dinky crib flooded every time it rained hard so all my furniture was on cinder blocks, and sure I had rat traps popping at all hours of the night, but the ocean was right there! Sexy.

Or maybe it was my charm and astonishingly good looks. Yeah that's probably what it was.

Oh, when I was 19 I was in a bicycle accident that busted up my face pretty good. I have three crowns where my teeth came through my upper lip, and one in particular falls out every couple of years. I have some great date stories with that tooth. Once, on a first date, my date and I wound up crawling around on the floor of a crowded bar looking for my crown when it fell out. Once some friends of mine and I were chatting up some girls in a bar when my tooth flew out of my mouth and bounced around the glass-topped table we were sitting around. My friends laughed so hard I swear they must have peed themselves, but that was pretty much the end of the conversation with the ladies. Etc. My wife and I began dating when I thought I was going into the army in '02 and had quit my job, put all my stuff in storage, and moved out of my house. My tooth was out at the time too, so I like to say we started dating when I was toothless, jobless, and homeless.

Anyway, it's my lucky tooth. I guess what I'm saying is be yourself and don't worry so much about putting together the right date package. Your scars may be more attractive than you realize, and certainly more attractive than the date package you create. I guess it doesn't hurt to show that you've put some effort into making a pleasant evening for your date. I never invited anyone over to my groovy beach pad to change out the rat traps for the evening, but I didn't apologize for living in a beach bum rat-trap either. And OMG the play...oh the play. Excuse me for a bit...