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So I just had an interesting encounter. An attractive sports radio personality just emailed me her number, after I sent her some information, and cracked some jokes back and forth with her. We've done this a little before, plus she's seen my picture on my myspace page etc.
See the thing is, I just pretty much act like a clown like this all the time. I sort of flirt to make friends. I am consistently called the dreaded "S" word. (you know, "sweet") She says that I have her "attention."
This bring us to another phenomenon.
It seems like the poor women who are interested in me also like what I call: "The Myth Of Wetzelbill." They like that I write. That I am funny. That I give out lots of compliments, and that I usually share the same interests and passions that they do.
What they fail to realize is, well, that is my public persona.
In reality, I am a political/artistic/sports nerd who sits at home, reads, writes, and thinks about politics, sports and film and literature all the time.
Hardly that exciting of a guy. Plus, in reality, when women flirt back, I pretty much turn into a stuttering idiot.
This is my curse.
And ultimately is why "The Tao of Wetzelbill" fails. The Myth of Wetzelbill may be a good one, and in some ways, is viable.
Enter The Stuttering Idiot. Also closely related to The Blushing Tongue-Tied Idiot.
Then finally in the end, this leaves only the "Tragic Clown." :)
The world is one funny place, I'll tell you that. :)
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