So with every post that I put up on this blog, it's usually an off-the-cuff type article on relationships and events. Well this one is no different. When you work at a night club/bar, shout out to Seville Quarter, you see an array of couples that make you raise your eyebrow and say "hmph really (upward inflection in voice)?" Couple that notion with the fact that I just watched the episode of "How I Met Your Mother" where Marshal is trying to find out if he is the "reacher" or the "settler" and it got me thinking about "the scale". Upon what carefully crafted list of characteristics do you rate your potential mate. We, of the male variety, simply like to go for the 1-10 scale off of physicality alone. The women like to go...hmmm...lets be honest, no guy ever knows what goes on during girl time, except ice cream, sexy pajamas, and pillow fights (mostly separately but preferably all at once, am I right??).
I like the blackjack method. Unlike conventional scales, the blackjack model goes in reverse, 1 being the awesomest and 21 being stay away. A scale for the novice and the advance. The novice will simple see the 1-21 scale as a more intricate scale with more room for flexibility. The advanced however, will see this for the complex mathematic algorithm that it is.
Let me explain:
1-9: YOU MOST DEFINITELY HAVE TO "HIT" THAT
10-11: You have to "DOUBLE DOWN", meaning you have to "HIT" that twice as hard
12-16: This is a judgement call. Similar at the blackjack table, a sober cautious man will stay away. However, the drunker you are, the more likely you'll be to "HIT" it.
17-20: DON'T "HIT" THIS!! It's not worth it, you might think it's a good idea to try your luck but 9 times out of 10...she'll come out "BUSTED"!!!
21: BLACKJACK...this kinda speaks for itself. Do you really wanna hook up with a girl name JACK. In other words...STAY AWAY!!!
DEDICATED TO LINDSAY PRESTEMON...keep your standards high over there in Spain. Remember to stay away from all the Enrique Iglesias's that troll the streets of Barcelona. However if you ever end up in Mallorca, hit up Rafa Nadal. I had a dream last night that Rafa and I were best friends. Kinda weird, we talked about suits and how awesome they are, later we became Facebook friends. The End.
