Lessons on the female species part 2 and other pearls

Looks like the last one did not generate hate mail. I am glad there are some sane, reasonably intelligent members left of the human race. I am still giving ample warning that this post may still generate hate mail. It seems as though my lessons on the female species is a well which is not close to being tapped. I still have a few more pearls to impart on everyone. For now I am through with pets, but plenty of other subjects to talk about. Next on the agenda is online dating.

I had an online dating experiment before I went to medical school. Ironically, it netted me an apartment, but few if any quality dates. This brings me to the current experiment. At the urging of a friend, I restarted my online dating experiment. I was running short on good blogging material and now I have some free time on my hands. I now will share my observations.

• Not everyone resembles their profile pictures. The camera apparently takes off a few pounds. I had thought that was the opposite. At least in one case that may have meant an army of photographers snapping away.
  


• I have been able to recognize so many girls around the city from their online dating profile pictures.


• Teachers == deathly dull


• Actresses == rich parents supporting them


• Hipsters == would not touch even if they were deloused


• Small talk is worse than hemorrhoids, hemorrhoids eventually end


• Girls can be more socially awkward than anyone gives them credit for

I do have more pearls to offer, but I will save those for now. I will however, update everyone on my thoughts on where I live. Jersey City so far has been interesting and I have been taking in what it has to offer. Hoboken, its close neighbor also has been invaded. Hoboken is actually not a haven of guidos. Instead, I realize now it is the home of the Bros. These are frat boys who are now 30, but have not outgrown the Bro life. It has only reinforced what I had thought of them when I was in college. I see them often in my gym, usually having a Bro-out bench pressing. Luckily, I wear my ultimate Bro repellent, the death metal t-shirt. I may bench press much less than them, but nobody else has that much space there to themselves except me. I have yet to take in the bar scene in Hoboken, but I would imagine it would be amusing. I wonder who would win in a drunken bar brawl, guidos, Bros or hipsters. The Bro-down to end all Bro-downs has yet to occur.

Before I end this post, I do have some observations to share on Halloween.

• There has never been anyone dressed as an insecure skank. I am sure this is not a hard costume to assemble


• For all the hipsters who live in my area, I am unable to tell whether or not they are in costume, so for them it must just be Friday


• Nobody has ever answered the door when trick or treaters come and said "trick", slapped them with a glove filled with ball bearings and then run off screaming "you'll never take me alive!!!"


• At least one of these bullet points may be fictional