A Gay, A Geisha, & A Guido Walk Into A Bar
8 Simple Rules to Not Be a Serial Killer. Or something like that. I forget, actually. Oops. [The Gay]

As a budding gay in the process of really finding out how to make myself more attractive, I’ve been getting around in the flirting scene lately. And to be quite frank, most guys totally suck at starting off the whole flirt-game. But that’s what I’m here for. To go down a list of dos, do nots, whys and why nots for you all. Let’s get started:

1. Do approach them confidently, both in your appearance and who you are. It’s okay to make the first move.

Why? Because no one wants to deal with someone that constantly needs to be told that they’re still cute. That shit gets boring, fast.

2. Don’t try and be funny and start the conversation with “Hi, I don’t like your face. Okay, maybe I do.”

Why not? Because why would you ever say that to someone?

3. Building off of that, never in your life tell someone you like their face. Even when not flirting.

Why? Because that’s a creepy, serial killer thing to say. Serial killers say that. Then they skin people. So unless you plan on skinning me, don’t say that.* But also don’t say that if you’re going to skin me, because I’d rather the last words I hear be something more happy and awesome like, “I totally heard through the grapevine that Neil Patrick Harris has a thing for you” or “Wow, you were right, Heroes really wasn’t that great.”

4. Do find out where they’re from and how old they are before you really get things going.

Why? Because you want to establish that stuff early on in the conversation. Not only will it give you a few easy topics to discuss, but if you’re not into long distance relationships, you’ll find out pretty early on whether or not you’re wasting your time. Just make sure that it doesn’t look something like “hi asl u r cute do u trade pix. ;) ;*”

5. Do not facebook poke them.

Why not? Because that shit’s weird.

6. Do not IM the person 3 times a day, strictly going through a casual “Hey, what’s up? Not much” routine before letting the conversation die away. If you don’t have anything productive to talk about, you shouldn’t even be IMing them once a day.

Why not? I’m not even explaining this one to you.

7. Do not add me on facebook when we don’t know each other and then facebook IM me simply saying “can you please like my status” which is apparently just you saying Merry Christmas.

Why is that even on the list? Because that literally just happened right this second. I’m sorry, what?

8. Do not google the person’s name. And if you do, do not tell them about it.

Why not? Because this also falls under the category of serial killer. And not the cute kind, like Dexter. The gross kind like the Phantom of the Opera. Even though I don’t think he was a serial killer. I actually don’t really remember why everyone hated him. Except for the fact that he was ugly. And I think he was ugly because someone set him on fire or something, like in that movie Pay it Forward. But with less Haley Joel Osment.

These are just some basic rules to follow when attempting to flirt with someone. There’s a bunch more rules that I have that are attached to some excellent flirting-horror-stories. But those are for another time. Until then, don’t do these and you might actually have a chance. So, I hope this helped you. Even though it probably didn’t. Wait, actually, I’m about 98% sure that it didn’t help you. Half because I’m not qualified to be giving any advice and half because I don’t actually remember any of what I just wrote. Except I think I wrote about serial killers. I probably shouldn’t publish this. But I’m totally gonna.

*Also, please don’t skin me.

Merry Christmas!

Love,

The Gay!

Twitter Tuesday [The Gay!]

Here’s my top tweets of the week:

“Facebook get your act together right this second. I have important stalking to do. I mean research. Important science research.” 

“There’s a lion in your hallway that’s going to eat you if you don’t go to sleep Ryan.”

“It didn’t work. I’m still awake. And now i’m afraid of lions. Good job, guys.”

“if I lived in africa we’d have a serious problem right now”

“A cow lick is God’s way of saying “fuck you capitalism” or something” 

Lesson of the day, kids: [The Guido]

creeping on someone via internet through Twitter or Facebook and such never ever leads to good things. Signs that you crept on someone.

  • learning information you didn’t want to know
  • reminding yourself of someone who is better off in your past..(even if you’re completely in denial)
  • seeing all the new people in their life and knowing that they have replaced you

hah.. wow sorry that was depressing, ya’ll

note: what’s even more depressing is that I used the word “ya’ll” and I’m from New York. I think there’s a law against that up here. 

Wut Even Internet [The Gay]

What is even wrong with the internet right now? Is something happening? Global warming?

Because first of all Facebook is shrinky-dinkying all of my statuses and making them tiny and adorable

what the fuck facebook? What if I was threatening to blow up the UN in my status? I’ll tell you what. Everyone would think nothing of it because the font is so small and adorable and then I’d actually follow through with it and no one would stop me and now we don’t have the UN anymore. Great. Good job facebook. Now who’s going to plan the Olympics?*

* I don’t actually know what the UN does

Along with that, youtube decided it would be a good idea to change again. But honestly I don’t get why. It pretty much does EXACTLY the same stuff as last time. I think youtube just likes to keep us on our toes so every once in a while it’ll pretend to have an update and is like “Go look for it guys!” but there really isn’t an update and we’re not stupid so we don’t fall for their shit and we’re like “No, youtube this is ridiculous. You didn’t change literally anything.” And youtube is like “What? Yes I did” and we’re all like “Youtube, are you going to pull this compulsive lying shit again?” and we’re all pretty pissed at this point because youtube has been in and out of rehab like a bitch for this compulsive lying crap. And honestly I’m so sick of paying those doctor bills. So we’re like “Honestly we’re not dealing with this again” but then youtube is like “wait guys don’t leave no seriously wait guys I’m pregnant!” and I freak out because I think I might be the father but then we go on Maury and youtube is like “I’m 200% sure that he’s the father”(me not Maury) and Maury has to explain to youtube that that’s not how numbers works and then the test results come back and I’m not the father but then Maury’s like “April fools, yes you are.” But then I tell Maury that that’s not how April Fools works because it’s April 2nd and it doesn’t work all month-round but youtube is trying to convince me that it does but by now I’m just fed up with youtube entirely for even bringing me on Maury in the first place. I mean even Judge Judy is classier than Maury. But youtube tells me that Judge Judy was all booked up already but we all know that’s not true. Go ahead, youtube, keep adding to your collection of lies.

It’s just getting repetitive at this point, honestly. Look alive, youtube, and get help for your addiction.

Wait but guys, aside from facebook adorablizing all of my posts and me being youtube’s baby daddy, some good has come to the internet world once more: SurfTheChannel.com is no longer a listed sex offender attack site! Well played, internet. We can now continue to not pay for quality/semi-quality television!

By the way speaking of quality television, LOST was actually pretty good this week. I won’t give anything away but is anyone else getting sick of less-hot Tina Fey being on the show?

Also, was anyone else ecstatic when Jack decided to be sweet and understanding again? I was shocked. It was the first time I’ve liked him/thought he was cute in a long time.

Kay so basically that’s enough lost talk now.

Let me wrap this up by letting you all know that apparently according to my yahoo mail inbox, the San Francisco Art Institute thinks that it’s my jealous ex that I broke up with because it was too clingy but instead of taking the hint and getting less clingy it just got more clingy. Don’t even pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.

Creepy?

Creepy.

Love,

The Gay.