The all-american beautiful tall handsome hero who's perfect...
Hello other bacteria carriers,
I'm kinda a comic book adept. Except that I don't have quantities that would drive anyone insane - I strive more for quality. A good example are the Superman archives - they cost around 100$ canadian each but they start from the early adventures and so on. I guess that everyone here has read one of these nice-macho-like comic book once in their life. It's nice stuff - except that it's a pretty far cry from reality.
Many-many years ago (when Fred Flintsones was around) I was in my mid twenties. I was walking and it was around 10 p.m. It was pretty dark. I'm about six foot two and weigh about 200 lbs. I've got the looks of an american football hero (I know it sounds a little pretentious but it's true). So anyway, I found these keys. I went to the first house and rang. I thought there'd be a good chance that the person who owned the keys was there. I had to ring 4 times before a lady came to the door. She spoke through the window... She made me feel like I was gonna rape her, eat her or both...
Does this ever happen to you, that a person makes you feel like something you're not?