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  3. Posted

    "Actually, the reason I'm asking if you have a gun is because I'm looking for someone who does. Someone who will help me on an assignment I've been on for a while."

     

    "Well, I can't rightfully say, seeing as how you haven't told me what this assignment is. How about we discuss it over a few brews?"

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    Brian speaks the truth. Confidence is the key. With just a dash of cocky. And funny. Making her laugh is important. See, women aren't very different from men, in that regard. They like to laugh. And that opens the door.

     

    Confidence can be simulated, after a fashion. Find something you know that you are good at, and are confidant in your ability with. Regardless of what that something is. Think about that when talking to women(assuming you're a capable multi-tasker). Also smile(happy is good. Always), sit/stand up straight(relieves pressure from your diaphragm. Deepens voice, slightly), and be well-groomed. That last one seems silly but it is important, and needs pointing out FAR too often. Do that long enough and have a little success, and the confidence will come for real.

     

    I'm not an amazing lady's man or anything. I haven't been in anything truly serious since my wife and I split, but there have been options. And women love to flirt with me. I'm not an expert, or anything, not by a long shot. I've picked up a few things, though. They work and, best of all, they are small and easy to incorporate into your routine. Doesn't hurt to try.

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    Well, my situation has certainly improved.

     

    "I've had worse." Telek shrugged. "By the way, you wouldn't happen to own a gun, would you?"

     

    Kyle looks flabbergasted. "That hardly seems ta matter! You must be one o' them 'quisitive' types me ma warned me about. Oh, well, I 'spose I should answer ya. Yeah, I own a gun. I'm a southerner, after all. Don't see how that matters ta you, though."

  9. Posted

    I had a wife who loved this kinda stuff. More recently I was talking to this woman who also loved this kinda geeky stuff, though she didn't like the debate much, she understood. HUGE SWs junkie. But, alas, that didn't work. Fuck. Thanks for reminding me. Dickhead.

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    Kyle's blubbering begins to slow, and his posture stiffens somewhat. When he speaks, his voice is more controlled, and his slang less pronounced. "Oh, well I feel like a right ass. This is on'y a barrel." The fat man lifts himself to his feet with far more grace than one would expect of a man so large, especially one who was heavily inebriated just moments before. He walks over to the Cardassian and extends his hand. "The name's Kyle. Kyle McGuinnes. I must apologize for my previous actions. I can get a little stupid when I've been having a bit 'o drink." Kyle's southern accent is now a smooth and pleasant accentuation to his somewhat grammatically incorrect speech patterns. He is almost charming, in a way, and has clearly shaken off all effects of the alcohol. His breathing is more shallow and steady, his bearing strong and confidant, his stature has even been affected, as he now stands nearly as tall as the Cardassian, and seems far less rotund. "Telek Antran, you say? It is nice to meet you, if you don't mind my sayin' so. I do apologize for having bumped into, and I hope that I haven't caused any undue harm?"

  14. Posted

    "Huh," Kyle averts his eyes from the barrel-man upon which he is still leaning. "Ah, yeah. You. The strange lookin' fella. Kardashian? Like those brazen hussie Jezebelles me Gram warned me about? Ya ain't actually bein' a WO-man, is ya?" Kyle stumbles over to the distraught looking Cardassian and stands face to face with him, the stink of alcohol strong on the large man's breath. "Ya ain't gonna be makin' no moves on me, see? I only fuck upstandin' ladies!" Kyle tries to take a few steps back, but it appears that, given his drunken state, he is not capable of this action. He stumbles and falls in a very theatrical manner, arms flailing, legs kicking wildly, all the while screaming "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-". The wail is cut off and converted into a subdued "oof" as Kyle crashes into the barrel man, smashing the wooden container to splinters on his way to the ground. "OH GOD!!!!!!!! FORGIVE ME! I KEEEEELED HIM!!!!" The fat man begins to cry. Or bawl. Whichever. I cannot say, for certain.

  15. Posted

    Kyle Grunted and grimaced at the strain placed upon his muscles while helping the strange looking man to his feet. He looks REALLY weird. "Ya ain't human, are ya? I don't wanna sound like no racist, but I ain't be seeing no one like ya in quite some time." Kyle retracts his hand and gives the man a drunken smile. The sudden movement, combined with the exertion of helping the strange man up, throws the red-head off balance, he stumbles and nearly falls, catching himself on a very conveniently placed barrel. "Thank God fer ya," he says to the barrel, as he crosses himself in the traditional Catholic fashion. "You sir be savin' ma life." God, I am so wasted.

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