WNY expat weirded out by the PNW, Piano Technician & Owner of Andante Piano Works, Book Nerd & occasional contributor to the Clear Eyes, Full Shelves book blog, tortured Buffalo Bills fan & Portland Trail Blazers enthusiast.
Husband and I got our hike on for six whole miles today (that is a LOT for us) along the Eagle Creek Trail today, where we saw many pretty things, including Eagle Creek (duh), Mankleto Falls, Punchbowl Falls (where I had to do a delicate balancing act on two rocks in the middle of the water to get a good photo), a mini waterfall below Punchbowl falls where we stopped for a snack, and a butterfly that Husband kindly freed from the mud.
I know, now you’re saying, “BUT THAT’S HOW I GET MY PENIS TOUCHED,” and maybe you think that’s true. I realize there’s a certain mode of dating advice that suggests men must show confidence and be clear and forthright with their attraction. But “confidence” is a whole lot different than “aggression,” and hitting on someone is a whole lot more like the latter than the former. Note that verb: hitting — itself the language of violence, like you’re walking up and just bashing her about the head and neck with your sexual desire, like you’re clubbing a seal.
Bow down to the wisdom of Chuck Wendig, y’all. Or at least listen to him.