He's Got Game

From a woman's perspective, great pleasure can be taken when watching men try to spit game.

Sometimes it's like watching a wildlife mating ritual on Animal Planet. The men strut about...chests all puffed out, their voices suddenly dropping an octave, emitting various calls and whistles in hopes of enticing nearby females.

For a lot of men, boasting a bit about themselves is almost inevitable when they find themselves around a woman they want to impress. Everything gets a little bigger...a little better. Trust me, I understand, it's almost a knee-jerk reaction...but in the process of boasting...some men either A.) Exaggerate or B.) Lie altogether. Be it about their job, their home, income...whatever.

Such a thing happened yesterday while in line at the grocery store next to my apartments. This guy starts telling me all about his restaurant (ownership implied)...and then there was mention of having tiled floors in his house (nice home implied). I nodded and briefly feigned interest until I could escape to the safety of my car. (Did I mention that he repeatedly called me Sweetheart?) Not 5 minutes later...I was sitting in my car trying to gather my things together when I noticed the same guy unassumingly pulling into the apartment building next to mine and carrying his groceries in.

Ahhhhhhhhhh. I couldn't help but to crack a smile. So much for the big tiled house and fancy restaurant...I know for a fact that the only tile in his place is a 3 x3 feet square in the entryway.