It strikes me odd, as a vast majority of my most romantic vacations are always in spots not known for their romance. Sure, I've done Paris, New York, Las Vegas, San Diego, London and all the rest, but all those places seem either overcrowded, overly expensive, or they happen to be just plain old tourist traps. To me, a key component to romance is reality, not fantasy. Fantasy works great for short affairs, but despite its glamorization by Hollywood and the music industry, there is nothing romantic or sexy about bumping uglies with random people. Romance comes with love, not lust.
We all had that favorite video game growing up. To be fair, we all had more than one, usually segmented off into the varying genres old consoles and computers offered us gamers. (It's bemusing but I've become so hoary that I didn't initially realize there are plenty of adults who can't relate to what I am saying, game era wise.) For example, in my youth, Shadow Warrior was my favorite FPS (until Quake 2 came out), and Earthbound was my favorite JRPG, while Fallout 1 & 2 were my favorite WRPGs. On my Nintendo, I was addicted to shooting baddies as The Punisher and spent many an hour grinding away at the very first Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles game, which was brilliantly difficult, set in a (fairly) open world, and (sadly) unlike every other Turtles game to come after.
So this is a story I love to tell, although lately I have been a bit more than slightly cautious to whom I share it with because of a date that went terribly; may as well put it on the internet!
Sometimes ladies and germs, it is more than perfectly acceptable to admit that someone (or in this case, something) is vastly superior to yourself (or in this case, your product). As a life coach, Tony Robbins has a far better track record, larger network plus more books released than me, and never is the amount of times you will catch me denying it. If Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson was hitting on one of my beloved ladyfriends, I would be coming hard with a baseball bat or nearest object of destruction, because realistically, in what way (beside ability to make an ass of oneself) do I exceed The Rock? Hopefully in crazy if he ever does take fancy, and he is fond of North Florida trash, but as an intellectual would say, I digress. Another thing often said by intellectuals is repeat any lie enough times and some people are bound to believe it. I am left asking though, why in the name of all that is good would one sacrifice the intellect of your fellow human beings for mere profit when, if one is clever enough, another marketing strategy beyond lies and deceit can be crafted. Have we no desire for adherence to the truth any longer? An example: who amongst the upper echelon of society takes seriously an individual who believes Taco Bell to be the tastiest of all of the Mexican foods? When mentioning a social elite, I don't mean those whose bank accounts have numbers as high as myself on any given day, nay, when I say upper echelon, I refer to those who happen to have an abundance of traits such as grace, dignity, and/or taste.
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