2 weeks of passing "how ya going mate"'s were not fulfilling my fixation on finding out the cogs of this mans mind. To everyone else he was spoken of as a gentlemen in the most "Hank Moody" sense of the word, a player, casanova..... This generalisation is one of my favourite, because it is a known fact that those of Don Juan nature are stereotypically full to the brim with confidence, and more so in the legitimate man of such ways is a confidence in which backed up by their (as close as you can be) contentment with themselves, hence the attraction of women to confident men, "if he is that sure of himself then surely he is the proverbial perfect catch". But this stems not only to females yet also to males like myself, where the judgment is "why's he so stoked surely if I do as he do I to can do to whom I please as I may do"(maybe your judgements don't contain so many 2 lettered words ending in O). Although from the sociological point of view especially in pre 30's men this is usually faked (even if not known to the presenter) and grass rooted from being over appreciated for something in their teens. How ever the mate of whom i was asking "how ya going" was tittering on 60 and had long since forgotten the times when him and his friends would run ravage on a group of ...... groupies post a football match. No this mans confidence was genuine.
I was lucky enough to get put on a contract where me and my mate would be working alongside each other, and as luck would have it, the contract didn't demand much of the two of us so we were given a lot of time to talk(i asked he talked). I started slow with the hobbies, spouse, off spring..... you know. Then worked my way into the nitty gritty past, happiness, sadness, death? life? all the deep stuff. I could rattle on and on about everything I learnt from the Jedi, but it seemed that everything he told me came back to the same thesis "you're asking the questions answer them!" not so much so that he wouldn't enlighten me with a well detailed story for every point put across yet at the end of every story reinforcing that fact that there is no advice, book, movie, human... that you can model your life off. Do everything as you do and pay no time to the thought process that takes you away from that first answer. The whole thing was as contradictory as christianity, for if I listened and begun trying to live in this style I was then following advice...... but fuck it he is 60 and still gets tail like Vincent Chase so i'll take a little advice.
Where all the white women at... i'm contempt... i promise
Anyone for some more rhetorical.... taste like confusion
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