Gorgias

So like, because I’m heterosexyuwal, I’ll fuck a lady tonight. Not to put too fine a point on it, but I dig the ladies. Butts, tits and legs, right? Right guys? And they’ll dance with me, because I’m funny and attractive, and also quite mysterious when I need to be, e.g. when I order drinks. They’ll (the chicks) be like, “hey, why you got like a mint leaf in my vodka?” and I’ll reply by nodding and winking.

I’ll pay the bartender in normal money but also weird money from a country that isn’t really close to here, as a tip. It’s real mysterious. Also I’ll drink whiskey. And then after the party I’ll go home with a few ladies, or maybe just one if the others are total dogs, am I right? This will be like five in the morning, because the party is totally rad and I’ll be there till really late. And I’ll have hetero sex with a lady by sliding my cock into her dealio a bunch of times and I’ll leave in the morning and leave her a note with something cryptic and my phone number on the back of it.

“So, you don’t think Gladwell is right?” “No, aside from him being a bit pompous.” “What do you mean, pompous? He’s a writer… uuug… and has to convey his words in an authoritative way for it all to make sense. You know, re: dialect and all.” “Dialect. Hm. You mean like uhhhh self-consistency? Sure. But I think he’s arrogant.” “Why? I still don’t see why.” “It’s his way of being so sure about his theories.” “What? Ugh, Jesus, uugh, how else could he talk about them? I mean, nothing’s more annoying than someone, you know, what if he’d say, ‘this is just ideas, folks, don’t just believe me, might be wrong, uh’, you wouldn’t read that would you, you wouldn’t.” I experimented a bit with my own and her tipping points while I kept hitting her in the neck during orgasm.