Well, I expected to have visited and added to my own blog a lot more than I have, but such is life that it throws a lot at you at once, and co-incidentally I completely forgot I even had a blog in the first place. So now I return, hopefully with more to give.
Well, thats not strictly true. I'm going to reduce the length of each blog considerably, unless there's something I really, really want to talk about. For now I'll say this, the new flat and flat-mates are great, and despite people's urge to take the piss more than last year, I'm enjoying things so far. Having my girl here too is somewhat of a blessing. I won't have to go home to see her, as I was compelled to do pretty much every weekend last year, and that will hopefully bring me out of my shell a bit, help me experience life, the university and everything a whole lot more.
For example, going home last year meant that I did pretty much no washing, hell I visited the laundry room twice last year and one of those times was to watch the big TV and eat pizza. I went there last night, and succeeded in doing most of my laundry. Go me.
Now, as I mentioned before, I'll only write a heavy blog if I have something I want to talk about. Brace yourselves, whoever ends up reading this, because this is one of those times.
"Bro's before Hoes" is a rule that us lads have about nights out in general, and hell, I probably didn't need to tell you that at all. This rule has been the bane of my life this year, I actually wouldn't have mentioned it if I thought it didn't need clarification. The fact is, men use and abuse this rule often, and just freakin' break the damn thing at times.
I think the word "rule" is actually a little misleading here. "Bro's before Hoes" is not a rule per se, its more a system of working out whether you're wasting you're time. For example, if you're in a club and you start flirting with someone, and nothings really going anywhere, a man's friends will usually utter the words "Bro's before Hoes" if they want to leave. Now, what this should do is trigger a mechanism in the brain that lets you know that, well, nothings really going anywhere, and you'll leave with your friends, and maybe a phone number if you're lucky or persistent.
Now, I'm not saying that drink doesn't factor into this because it does in a pretty big way, but nine times out of ten this works, or it doesn't even need to be said. There is another use, to stop you doing something monumentally stupid, but I would sooner label that common sense.
So that's pretty clear right?
Its also quite a useful way of spotting whether or not you're being an idiot or an inexcusable dick, which applies to both the subject and the wielder of the rule. This usually occurs when someone who frequently breaks the rule decides to start preaching. It also occurs when the obvious fact is that your flirting is getting you nowhere. Depending of persistence, friends will usually stick around, but don't take them for granted. Seriously. Not two months ago I left a club with my friends because our other friend had decided we were nothing more than guards for his drink while he needed to pee and unsuccessfully flirt.
And for the love of Pete, don't say the words "Bro's before Hoes" if someone is with their girlfriend and you want to leave. I mean, come on!
Anyway after that ramble I'm exhausted, mostly because it's half past three in the morning. Apologies therefore if I'm being incoherent. My thanks go to Morton for saying he was updating his blog on Facebook and reminding me that I had one. Take care.
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