What I Learned From Sleepless in Seattle (or Timing is Everything)
I like romantic comedies. There, I said it. I remember one of the first movies I watched was ‘Sleepless in Seattle’. I think I was in elementary school, and I watched it with my dad on the VCR. One of the ways that he learned to speak English was watching movies, that, and listening to the Yankees on the radio (as such, we are both Yankees fans). I’m an unabashed fan of a well-constructed romcom. Deep down, I’m a sap, I know what’s coming, and I want the guy to end up with the girl at the end. Some people subscribe that a good movie has to be deep or even worse, can’t end happily. I see a movie because I want to be entertained most of the time, and guess what, for some reason, romantic comedies hit the sweet spot.
The takeaway for most people is about finding the right person, or, in a male’s case, finding the right girl. I get that, and it makes sense. If you’re looking, you’re looking for the right person to catch your eye, to have the chemistry, to have that spark. I’m a big believer in the spark, chemistry, or whatever ever you call it. That is, until life conspired to prove me wrong. Now, I still believe in it, but my absolute belief in it has diminished. I think that if you dig below the obvious stuff, romantic comedies tell you that the key to everything is timing.
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Living Without Pants (or How I Learned to Live Alone)
For the first 20 odd years of my life, I’ve always lived with someone, whether it be my family or roommates. While you may become very familiar with these people, there are still distinct human boundaries when it comes to general etiquette, and while these boundaries may be stretched, they will still be adhered to. However, once you live alone, those rules go completely out the window.
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I wrote this when the Virginia Tech shooting happened years ago. I’m reminded of why I wrote this and how I felt that day when I heard about the tragic events in Boston. So, this is a re-post. Be well and be safe. —————————————————————————— Today in Rutgers, we have a very happy occasion to celebrate. … Continue reading In the Shadow of a Gunman
Luck Be a Lady: A Gentleman’s Guide to Gambling
One of the first I did upon turning 21 was going to a casino. You see, while you can start officially going to bars and the such when you turn 21, alcohol doesn’t really taste any different, and well, c’mon, we don’t really have to get into underage drinking do we? Anyone with a fake ID and knows of a bar that doesn’t care where they get their money can get the bar experience. Or, y’know, if you’re a girl, wear a low cut top. That will also take care of having to pay for drinks.
But, gambling. Now, a fake ID will not cut it at the casino. There are severe repercussions for that, and you just don’t want to deal with that type of heat. Now, I love cards, my dad has been teaching me card games since I could count. Naturally, I was attracted to casinos and when I turned 21, a bunch of my friends and I scraped up what money we could find, and we headed to Atlantic City.
The casino is an interesting place to observe human behavior. I’ve met nobodies, celebrities, people with money to burn, and people who really shouldn’t be gambling, often times all at the same table. Gambling has a weird way of equalizing the most differing sorts of circumstances, and more often than not, unites them in circumstance, with luck being the determining factor. From all my times in various casinos, I’ve seen all types of behaviors and outcomes and I’ve come up with a quick and easy guide not to be a jackass when it comes to being a patron of a casino.
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