Monday, March 14, 2011

A Pansy-chicken Man is a Blacksmith Man

My brother and I had a fun little conversation yesterday about guys being total pansy-chickens when trying to ask girls out.  He painted me a little story:

The Bro: You…I mean, I don't want this to come out the wrong way, but you come off as sort of…upper-level.
Me: Upper level?
The Bro: Yeah.
Me: So, snotty?
The Bro: No. Snotty is bad. Just upper-level . Like, guys don't feel like they're on the same level as you, so they're surprised when you actually want to hang out with them.
Me: …okay.
The Bro: So, you're the princess.  The guys are like the lowly blacksmiths who like the princess but aren't on her same level.
Me: What about the law-school guy, at the private university, who chickened out getting my number - even him?
The Bro: Is he a lawyer?
Me: He's in his last semester.
The Bro: Has he graduated?
Me: Uh, no.
The Bro: Blacksmith.



Josie said...

Yeah, it's good to be the Princess. Hang out to that Folly. Oh, too cool blog name AND you get to have Follies. . .not Followers. . wish I'd thought of that. . .
Josie x

Josie said...

Hm, told you I'd had two champagnes. . that'd be "hang on to that" sorry I fail in the comment proof reading skills. . .