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Summer's not my season. Bad, bad, bad things happen to me in summer.

Fall, however, is my season. I woke up all week thinking its fall.

I woke up happy all week.

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I've been hanging with these guys Paul and Sheridan a lot lately. Recently, Paul and I were at party with an old friend/legal client of mine and a group of us got talking.

Girl1: What do you mean?

Me: There's no such thing as a line. Look, if you're attracted to me, I could walk up to you, say anything, anything, and you'd respond positively. In college, my friend Crawford would walk up to a girl, go Whoo-Hooo! and ten minutes later they're making out.

Girl2: I disagree, what a guy says matters.

Me: To an extent, yes. But I think it's less about the content and more the conveyance. Say a cute chick walked up to me and started talking to me in French with a wink'n smile; the content, which I wouldn't understand, wouldn't matter to me. I'd just be thinking, Hey...

Girl1: That's cause you're a guy.

Me: No. (sighing) It's cause I know.

When you like someone, they can do no wrong; when you don't, they can do no right.

- Somena (mentioned you twice in a week!)