Taverner (47,736 posts) Profile Journal Send DU Mail Ignore
Guys - when you enter a room, is your first thought ever who you could take in the room?
That is, who, if you got into a fight, would you be able to best?
I never thought this way, but lots of guys I know do...
Warren DeMontague (32,671 posts) Profile Journal Send DU Mail Ignore
2. No
...even when I was a drunken college student, that wasn't how I operated. I ran with an extremely mellow, hippie crowd. I was never the 'fight' type. I vividly remember one night in college; it stands out because usually everyone in the circles we ran in were ultra cool-- where some jarheads were trying to start a fight with one of my friends, probably over his long hair or some stupid shit.. I grabbed this guy; I'm sure he thought I was going to hit him-- and I pulled him outside; it was a beautiful summer night and you could see the Milky Way-- and pointing at the sky, I said something like "shut up. shut up. shut up and just LOOK. You're tiny. All the bullshit you think is so important- is tiny. How can you be so pissed off- about ANYTHING- when you're just a speck in this great ocean of beauty and mystery?"
Needless to say I was high as a kite at the time. I don't think it worked but no one got their ass kicked either, so maybe some of what I was saying got through to the guy.
I'm a relatively big guy.. but it's just not how I look at things, nor has it ever been my idea of a good time. I've definitely had friends like that; they'd get drunk and look for fights, while I'd be off chatting up the pretty girls.
stevedeshazer (21,283 posts) Profile Journal Send DU Mail Ignore
3. Nope.
It's about who could kick the shit outta me, not the other way around.
bemildred (59,920 posts) Profile Journal Send DU Mail Ignore
5. I look at the girls first.
Mostly, with the guys, I would be checking whether any of them look like the sort that would be thinking about whether they could take me, with the idea of staying way the hell away from them. Long ago, I might have considered such questions as you propose, but I would have still been checking the women out first.
However, you are right, lots of guys do seem to think that way.
Upton (7,894 posts) Profile Journal Send DU Mail Ignore
6. I look for the women..and who has the pot..
I'm not interested in fighting unless I'm challenged...then it becomes a necessary evil.
lumberjack_jeff (20,122 posts) Profile Journal Send DU Mail Ignore
7. If I did, it would cause me to question my choice of rooms.
Rowdyboy (18,967 posts) Profile Journal Send DU Mail Ignore
9. The last time I was in a fight I was 16 and Dick Nixon was a first term president....
When I enter a room, I look at the guys....but not to see who I could beat.
Yes, I've known guys who approached life that way, but not many and none since I was young back in the day.
Broken_Hero (58,416 posts) Profile Journal Send DU Mail Ignore
10. nope
usually the first thing I scan for is the location of the bathroom.
Boston_Chemist (256 posts) Profile Journal Send DU Mail Ignore
13. Nope. That is a juvenile mindset.
But I am a socially shy person. On the other hand, I am not particularly meek when it comes to confrontation. In that sense, I guess that what I do is interact with people with the purpose of sizing up their mental processes. Lots of analysis going on.
itsrobert (7,845 posts) Profile Journal Send DU Mail Ignore
15. I don't know anyone who thinks like this
At least I don't think they think like this
Get some different friends, they seem unstable.
My first thoughts when I enter a room are, "Who do I shoot first?"
Actually, while many of the limp-wristed "guy" primitives have a problem with this, I always think it's a good idea to size people up if one doesn't know them......and especially to rate them as to the likelihood they can beat one up.
Of course, I'm in a different world than most people; to me, most introductions are abrupt and a surprise, because I get no audiological clues as to what's up. To me, most people just suddenly appear out of nowhere, as if out of thin air, but really, it's because I can't hear them.
It's a very good thing I'm usually wearing brown pants.
And of course when it comes to complete strangers in the middle of the night--the cats act up, or a light gets turned on, indicating to me mischief's afoot--it's mandatory to have this mind-set: is this somebody I can handle?
Fortunately, it's always pleased God that it is, or was.
Just a curious question, do you have motion detector switches? My late father in law was deaf and we installed a door bell with a strobe for him. As he aged we also installed a key safe for the door, an alert one call system, and motion switches.
Depends on where the room is. If it is at the house, first thing I usually think of is "what did I come in here to get/do?".
:-)
If the answer to the above deviates from Booze , boobies or snacks then it was clearly unimportant. :-)
Taverner (47,736 posts) Profile Journal Send DU Mail Ignore
Guys - when you enter a room, is your first thought ever who you could take in the room?
Being 6'2" tall and 245 pounds, I never worry about shit like that.
Shorty. Fat one too. :fuelfire: :fuelfire:
6'3" and 210 here. :-) :-)
Being 6'2" tall and 245 pounds, I never worry about shit like that. :loser: tavener
What do you do if you enter a room, and thought there isn't ANYONE in that room you could "take"?
I bet that happens a lot to you, oh Tavener of the small penis. :lmao:
Alas, 6'3" but only circa 175 here.
And ooops, you reminded me of something.
I mentioned that I always eye a stranger trying to decipher if I can handle him if there's trouble.
It just makes sense, when one doesn't know what the other guy's up to.
Three years ago, about 1:30 in the morning, when I was sleeping, someone turned on the light in the kitchen, waking me up.
I got up to see what was going on.
It was a guy in his late 20s, who apparently was hollering (but I didn't hear it) asking if someone was home.
He was drunk, so yeah, I could handle him.
Actually, he was harmless; his car had broken down, and he needed to borrow a couple of tools to set it right again. The neighbor and the property caretaker keep their tools in locked chests in the garage; I gave him the keys to one of them which I knew had what he needed, and reminded him to return them when he was done (of course I collected his name, address, and telephone number).
In the morning, the tools were on the dining room table, with the key.
Some months later, this same guy, who works for a steel company in the big city and makes tons of money, came to me to have his income taxes done (and has come here since)--I'd been recommended by one of his co-workers.
Oddly, he doesn't seem to recall our first encounter, which surely should have made some sort of impression, even though he was drunk, given that I was in the altogether at the time.
Alas, 6'3" but only circa 175 here.
And ooops, you reminded me of something.
I mentioned that I always eye a stranger trying to decipher if I can handle him if there's trouble.
It just makes sense, when one doesn't know what the other guy's up to.
Three years ago, about 1:30 in the morning, when I was sleeping, someone turned on the light in the kitchen, waking me up.
I got up to see what was going on.
It was a guy in his late 20s, who apparently was hollering (but I didn't hear it) asking if someone was home.
He was drunk, so yeah, I could handle him.
Actually, he was harmless; his car had broken down, and he needed to borrow a couple of tools to set it right again. The neighbor and the property caretaker keep their tools in locked chests in the garage; I gave him the keys to one of them which I knew had what he needed, and reminded him to return them when he was done (of course I collected his name, address, and telephone number).
In the morning, the tools were on the dining room table, with the key.
Some months later, this same guy, who works for a steel company in the big city and makes tons of money, came to me to have his income taxes done (and has come here since)--I'd been recommended by one of his co-workers.
Oddly, he doesn't seem to recall our first encounter, which surely should have made some sort of impression, even though he was drunk, given that I was in the altogether at the time.
Alas, 6'3" but only circa 175 here.
And ooops, you reminded me of something.
I mentioned that I always eye a stranger trying to decipher if I can handle him if there's trouble.
It just makes sense, when one doesn't know what the other guy's up to.
Three years ago, about 1:30 in the morning, when I was sleeping, someone turned on the light in the kitchen, waking me up.
I got up to see what was going on.
It was a guy in his late 20s, who apparently was hollering (but I didn't hear it) asking if someone was home.
He was drunk, so yeah, I could handle him.
Actually, he was harmless; his car had broken down, and he needed to borrow a couple of tools to set it right again. The neighbor and the property caretaker keep their tools in locked chests in the garage; I gave him the keys to one of them which I knew had what he needed, and reminded him to return them when he was done (of course I collected his name, address, and telephone number).
In the morning, the tools were on the dining room table, with the key.
Some months later, this same guy, who works for a steel company in the big city and makes tons of money, came to me to have his income taxes done (and has come here since)--I'd been recommended by one of his co-workers.
Oddly, he doesn't seem to recall our first encounter, which surely should have made some sort of impression, even though he was drunk, given that I was in the altogether at the time.
DUDE! You need to move or lock your doors! Really. In my 41 years I have NEVER had people I do not know stumbling around my home late at night. Hell, I have never even had people I DO know letting them selves in. (Only one break in about 10 years ago.) You seem to have a guest every week.
(http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/dummiedestroyer/house5.jpg)
Damn Frank. Your home went through a major remodeling job from its state a few days ago.
I need to add, for the reassurance of Badadh:
There isn't anything in here but thrift-store furniture anyway; nothing worthwhile stealing.
The irreplaceable "family stuff" is kept in locked storage in town, the valuables in a large bank safe-deposit box, and the legal and financial records in the safe of a faraway automotive dealership.
I always liked living this way; in case of disaster, all it'd take is a couple of minutes to collect the cats and toss them into the motor vehicle, and leave, leaving nothing of any value behind.
You mean from this:(http://i1100.photobucket.com/albums/g419/Eferrari/shlsshak1.jpg)
I think I posted this on the kpete thread, where she'd been found out.
You mean from this:(http://i1100.photobucket.com/albums/g419/Eferrari/shlsshak1.jpg)
I think I posted this on the kpete thread, where she'd been found out.
DUDE! You need to move or lock your doors! Really. In my 41 years I have NEVER had people I do not know stumbleing around my home late at night. Hell, I have never even had people I DO know letting them selves in. ( Only one break in about 10 years ago.)You seem to have a guest every week.Serious? Never?
Serious? Never?
Frank is out in rural Nebraska, the odds that someone will do him harm are very low. Anyone out on those roads is probably not looking to hurt someone or steal stuff.
When we lived in North Platte, Nebraska, we had someone just walk in the front door twice. The first time, the guy thought it was his cousin's place. I'd owned it for 3 or 4 years by then, so have no idea when his cousin had rented it...but strangely enough, one of my kids knew the name and where the guy lived and directed him. I guess he went to school with the cousin's kid.
:lmao:
Another time, the walk-in was so drunk, we could barely understand what he wanted. Eventually, he decided he needed a taxi, so we got him to go out and sit on the front steps and wait for the one we called.
My kids got pretty good about locking the front door after that... :rotf:
It really isn't all that rare to have people get stranded out in the middle of nowhere-Nebraska (or Kansas), and walk up to a farmhouse for help. Cell phones have reduced it, but many rural places have lousy service and still get strangers asking for help. I've never seen a locked door in all my years out in the boonies, except when the owners are gone for a long time, and then the key is almost always findable. The one time my first husband, 2 little kids and I got stranded in a blizzard, the house we got to was locked up, but the key was in the pocket of one of the coats on the porch. That's just how things are done out there. (We fed the kids out of their fridge and put them to bed, then used their phone to call my folks. When we were 'rescued,' we left $20 on the counter with a thank-you note and relocked the door, put the key back. They called my folks when they returned to make sure we'd gotten out OK.)
That's just the way it's done.