At several points this piece had me almost in tears laughing. Fantastically written. Looking forward to the follow up/s

Being stuck at a firm on a Friday afternoon I can honestly say this really brightened my afternoon (soon to be evening - ugh). Love the writing, keep it coming.

"A rose is a rose is a rose" -Gertrude Stein
"And a bitch is a bitch is a bitch" -Hemmingway

We all live in a world of mirrors and crystals. We choose to because it looks better that way. That's not to say that the world is ugly in pure form, it's just that it kind of adds a social spin to things. Lets say a guy and girl converse in a (cafeteria, football field/stadium, bar, freelance catfancy writer's convention) for example:

Opening line: Observation, vacant (and perhaps metaphorically sexual) yet relevent-to-the-point/situation/mood compliment, question, answer, random quote (partly relevent), anything that promps a response
Scan: The preluding observation or subconversation which gets a feel for said chick's intelligence/craziness/grasp of reality.
Converse: A combination of topics depending on said chick's intelligence, for example a stupid yet OCD chick with straight A's would prompt a conversation about shallow feminist/romantic/local art. A slutty cheerleader would be the type of conversation you reserve for a little girl 1 year younger for each level of sluttiness (you judge), without the baby talk. The good thing about this is you can insult and berate the chick again and again, and your fellow chav friends get it and the slut doesn't even know what you're saying...but you seem "cute"/"smart"/"worldly (big word for her)" so she keeps on you. The real sluts either embrace or reject their sluttiness, both are crazy and more detached than those with diagnosiable serious illness. The difference is they have only themselves to blame for their fall, and not the men who use and exploit them. If they wanted power and honesty, they should have been born male...or with half a brain and some social skills.
Guidence: The point where you decide weither to let the conversation take its course or change it. Use a thinly veiled offer of consideration (you look cold, hungry/thirsty, tired?). Girls usually have weak wills, so they go with the flow.
Usually the'll make you work for their company so they don't feel like a slut, though they know the're one at heart. I personally love that, it makes the love that much more passionate.
Move: Carry it from there, the conversation/company ending risks and reachouts have been done, this is the stage where guys with sex issues but minor/no social issues might end up psychologically scarring the girl purposely or not. Sometimes a few deep topics or philosophy may be discussed, just for the risk and fun of it.
Ending: You have the chick, jsut end it from, there.
Overall, its just socializing with a fun spinn to it.

If I'm not mistaken, this is the story that originally got linked on the TMMB and put all of this into motion.

Hey, you need to figure out a way to get this into the hands of every law firm across the country. Just think about it..

Nice story, but you are wrong about one thing. People with autism may seem to lack 'humanity' but we do have feelings. We just aren't born with the knowledge of social skills, body language, and have trouble expressing feelings. I have autism and I'm actually a very emotional person. I know alot of adults with autism and none of them resemble Kendall. Perhaps he is just a anti-social a-hole?

To quote the story:

Late at night, after everyone leaves, Kendall sits in his office listening to Blue Oyster Cult, staring out over the city, thinking to himself, "You're a player. A fucking player."

A priceless image. If you ever see me begin laughing for no apparent reason, I'm probably thinking of this.

Predictably, I was listening to "Don't Fear the Reaper" while reading this entry...