Life is full of mysterious little surprises.
To maintain a bit of appropriate distance from the subject matter, some of the best 'attention' I have received from ladies didn't always come from the 9's and 10's.
The boss of my second job took the entire shop out to eat at a high end steak house. Open tab at the bar and the menu, order what you like, live it up, etc. I ordered a ribeye, and it was moderately good at best. Not remarkable at all. Last week, on a whim, my wife and I went to a chain Italian joint (Carrabas, for those who know what that is). I ordered a "Sirloin marasala", which is just sirloin with a mushroom based topping. The steak itself was seasoned perfectly and was the best damn steak I have had in a long time.
I like bologna sandwiches with cheese and mustard.
My Harley is usually dirty.
I like Stella Artois beer, but have drank plenty of Silver Bullet and Lone Star. And if you offered me one to drink, I would be mighty pleased to have it.
I have a pitbull, and she gets gassy sometimes right by my chair. And I don't really mind.
I have never bought any of the bottom tier pipe smoke, mostly because the retail taxes on it are so high as to make even that exorbitant at the store. The only stuff I buy retail is a the B&M as a courtesy, and it is probably re-labled Sutliff, Lane, or Peter Stockebye. But, if someone sent me a bag of the cost cutter stuff in a flavor I could comprehend, I would try it.
What all this is supposed to mean, I don't know, but I am just a simple kind of guy with complicated problems.
If you, like me, recognize every one in this video as someone you have ridden with, drank cheap beer and cheaper whiskey with, married your sister and then divorced her, but you still like the guy, and so on...well, you know what I mean, then.