That Guy

Every so often, going to school, you will meet a certaintype of guy.  Usually he is just known as“that guy” and for anonymity purposes it will have to stay that way.  Now this guy usually varies from place toplace but has a certain few qualities that stay the same.

 

1)     Stench-Usually just body odor from when heworked out… four days ago. If you want the girls to know you worked out, buy asleeveless shirt and wash your tiny grease ball of a body.

2)     Head- The one on his shoulders, guy who thinkseverything is an innuendo, is huge! Usually swollen from his totallyunwarranted sense of confidence. It’s like one giant zit.

3)     Talking-There is too much of it. It doesn’tmatter what he says, in fact this idea needs a paragraph to explain better.

OK, so talking.  TodayI had a run in with said guy after a rather boring session of class.  He doesn’t start with a standard, “hey” or “what’sup?” no that would be just too normal. Instead it was, “Please shoot me now.“Nice to see you too, from there he proceeds to tell me how he thinks the classis pointless and doesn’t care at all what the professor has to say. Which wasnice of him to talk to me, and not even talk “to” me more like “rape my ears”,because then I could really relate to his feeling of boredom and utter agony.  He didn’t ask if he could talk to me likethat, he just forcibly and without consent shoved unwanted utterances into myhead. 

Unfortunately there are no known cures for “that guy”. Weare fighting for a cure. Please help.