You're in Starbucks. You're all alone. You're looking pretty hot in your $200 jeans and your $100 t-shirt, your dad's hand-me-down stainless steel Rolex is glistening under the halogens, the tortoise framed Ray Ban's are sparkling in your tussled dirty blonde hair.
Across from you is an unbelievably hot coed, she's 20, maybe 21, and you can tell from her shoes and her nails that she was raised right, she's too sexy for the glasses she's wearing but you know that's part of her game, she knows you like the smart and sexy type.
She smiles at you, just a bit of a glance, sips her latte, and you're feeling it, you know it's going to happen. And then you reach into your backpack, whip out your Gold MacBook, and she knows you swing for the other team, pity she whispers to herself, grabs her purse, throws on her jacket, and she's gone.
BJ
thanks for sharing. in this fantasy world of yours, which really belongs more in another type of forum, my murse / messenger bag would've blown your woman's shallow and closed mind long before i took out the laptop. like i said before, get what you want and don't worry about how it impacts the fragile construct of your "masculinity."