gfen wrote:
I once had an aquaintance who was into that whole cosplay nonsense. Y'know, dressing up as Japanimation characters and hanging out at dork conventions and, I dunno, doing whatever it is you do there. Look like a pink haired mystic warrior demonspawn, I guess?
Anyways, I'd make fun of him constantly, because while I'm an unrepentant dork, that's not my style of lame.
One day, Ben looks at me and says, "Let me tell you why... I'm in a hotel full of women, many of them hot, with no self esteem and wearing crazy outfits. All I have to do is ask them to help me with my makeup, and they'll fall all over me."
I got it. I understood. It made sense, and I almost wanted to dress up as Sailor Pikuball Z and prey on hot chicks with personality disorders.
Almost.
So yeah, for every old mountain woman and tweed wearin' granny in DVWFFA, there's a daughter on grand daughter they'd like to introduce me to, and occasionally a hot chick who'll outfish me in a bikini on a salt flat.
They probably smell better than your average PAFF jammer, too.
Also, I'm pretty sure there's not enough bedazzled goodies on my fishin' necklace to appeal to them.