Between gregarious and creepy is a frown.
Between caring and controlling is a smile.
Between nice and guillible is esteem.
Between funny and slick is a smirk.
Between lonely and happy is a walk home.
Having the shit kicked out of me three times this week, both conversationally and metaphorically, has been a bit rough. I don't know if I deserve it, but I like to think that I thrive in adversity. I might have tempted the gods a bit much, and now I've got enough adversity for a while. Last night, a fellow and I were lightning rods for manhate from a wide variety of women. I felt like I was the target of all the frustration generated by all the prior douchebags these women had dated in the past. It was a punishing barrage followed by a slow retreat. It has been said that armies always suffer greater losses in retreats, and I believe it. Ladies, if you don't like cobags, don't date them.
I've also upgraded from eight pound weights to twenty pound weights, so that may have something to do with my general feeling of soreness.