Try as I might I’ve never been able to pull off the creepy old guy at the bar persona. I’ve tried a series of maneuvers to give off a “this guy might be dangerous, hide your daughters” kind of vibe, but I’m just too obviously harmless.
Apparently I was raised right. Or maybe I’m mentally ill. Insanity is easier to accept than failure of appearance. Not just that good an actor.
There just aren’t enough drunk young women with grandpa fetishes. It happens on TV all the time, but I’m starting to think that it’s all just a male fantasy.
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