I used to love volunteering to help children and children's programs. Growing up, these programs helped me so much with school and life, and I wanted to give back and pass along the good deed. Whether it be for a church, school, or whatever else, I wanted to help out. I just liked helping kids. That all changed the day someone accused me of being a pervert and a child molester. (more at the link)
I stopped shaving my head. I used to do it just because it was easy and I hate going to the barber. I had a couple buddies who also had their heads shaved, one because he was pretty much bald by 18, and the other because he a had surgery that required it and just started keeping it that way. One day as we were walking through the mall after seeing a movie, I noticed that people were moving to the opposite side of the walkway as we made our way through the mall. Suddenly it hit me, we were three white guys in leather jackets with shaved heads. We looked like skinheads. I never shaved my head after that.
As a teenager I spent many times at a bus stop freezing my ass off, baking in the sun, or being soaked by the rain. As a result I always promised myself that when I was older and driving a car and I spotted someone out in harsh conditions that I would offer that person a ride to wherever they were going. Now, however, my desire to not be arrested prevents me from even presenting the offer.
I won't give women of any age compliments. Not too long ago I was shopping at a local grocery store and saw a girl (maybe 26-27) who had this awesome bright orange hair. When I walked by I mentioned it! "Hey, I love the hair color. It looks fantastic"
She reported me to the store saying I was soliciting her.
I'm a clean cut 21 year old guy who had a cart full of groceries.
I stopped shaving my head. I used to do it just because it was easy and I hate going to the barber. I had a couple buddies who also had their heads shaved, one because he was pretty much bald by 18, and the other because he a had surgery that required it and just started keeping it that way. One day as we were walking through the mall after seeing a movie, I noticed that people were moving to the opposite side of the walkway as we made our way through the mall. Suddenly it hit me, we were three white guys in leather jackets with shaved heads. We looked like skinheads. I never shaved my head after that.
As a teenager I spent many times at a bus stop freezing my ass off, baking in the sun, or being soaked by the rain. As a result I always promised myself that when I was older and driving a car and I spotted someone out in harsh conditions that I would offer that person a ride to wherever they were going. Now, however, my desire to not be arrested prevents me from even presenting the offer.
I won't give women of any age compliments. Not too long ago I was shopping at a local grocery store and saw a girl (maybe 26-27) who had this awesome bright orange hair. When I walked by I mentioned it! "Hey, I love the hair color. It looks fantastic"
She reported me to the store saying I was soliciting her.
I'm a clean cut 21 year old guy who had a cart full of groceries.
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I really don't have anything to say, but did you know I delivered mail to the police chief of Boston?
I never meet with a female coworker one on one with the door closed, at least not for the first many meetings. I learned that back in college. I will occasionally hold doors or open them, but not as often as I used to, and usually only if the woman has children (because if she has children, she most likely isn't a feminist).
Leland, Prudent about the one on one meetings. When I was a teacher and probation officer I avoided one on one meetings w/ females. As a PI, that was not always possible.
I have it on good authority that Ritmo has, out of an abundance of caution, cut back on the full body massages he used to give his teenage cousins.
I also used to carry a pocket knife and water onto commercial aircraft.
Nick, I nearly learned that the hard way myself, and I certainly saw others not so lucky. The opening shot of A Few Good Men shows a guy I know from college. His career in the Air Force (it was a college drill team pretending to be the Marine Silent Drill Team) was ruined by what I'm certain was a false accusation of physical assault. I'm certain because the accuser was trying to date my roommate at the time, and she told a bit too much to my roommate (but not enough to convince chickshit college admins 20 years before Obama took Title IX to a whole new world of collegiate misery). If I had a son going to college, I'd give him money to frequent the strip club and tell him to avoid the coeds. I'm certain it would be cheaper.
I cleaned my dick once in Macy's window.
Hey it was the 80's.
Leland, I couldn't imagine being a student in college now.
I don't change myself for anyone. I'll do what I believe is right and if you have a problem with that, you better put up or shut up. That whole reddit thread angered me at the fucking gamma's running through it. Especially the first story. Couldn't even stand up for yourself right then and there when you know the mother was literally accusing you of perversion with her child. All you had to do was set her straight.
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