'that Guy'Now let's be completely honest here: we all have that one type of person or personality who really gets under our skin bigtime. I know I do, and that type for me is 'that guy'.
You know 'that guy'; in fact, some of our dear friends here on EP may very well have their own 'that guy' moments; you know what I'm talking about:
'That guy'; the dude who needs to be at all times, the Omega Dude, the one man in a crowd of average guys who just has this need to be the everything , the center of attention, the whole bread and butter basket, the SH**!, 'that guy.
Uggh, I hate 'that guy'; and how about the dolt who is sure he has all the sharpest lines, the kind that make him the friend we all should be grateful to have. This guy always, and i mean always, has the award-winning catchphrase or slogan or wordplay, and this guy never shuts up because he is for sure that the rest of us humanoids would just fall apart if he ever let somebody else speak for a change; what a frickin moron...
Or how about this: 'that guy' who KNOWS he's God's gift to women, and everytime he comes face-to-face with a pair of breasts, thinks he's required by some divine mandate to turn on the charm, which in his case is that annoyingly false patter or twenty-five different ways of saying, 'we should go out', or 'you're hot ya know that?' This is the guy who has so convinced himself that all women wanna sleep with him that the idea that some of them are in fact totally turned off and tuned out to his bag of tricks is inconceivable to him; i mean come on, this guy is sure that he can turn even the lesbians straight. If a woman is not interested, the problem must most certainly be her, and not HIM(dear God help us).
Okay and here's maybe the one that drives me craziest: 'that guy' who is the muscle man, the fitness deity, the got-it-together, whole package, doesn't eat rice or fatty foods, for sure gonna live for a hundred years, health nut guy. This guy goes to the gym every day, mostly for appearance's sake more than a true and vested interest in being whole fit and healthy. No, this guy hogs up all the equipment for half an hour or more(more often more), bench-pressing two tons even though he can barely get the press six inches above his chest. And this guy has made an art out of VERY vocal and loud and constant grunting; i mean, this guy's legs quiver and he's arching his back like Atlas holding up the world, and he's sopping wet, and he somehow thinks that this impresses anyone with an ounce of sense?
Then this guy will get on the treadmill and run forwards and backwards and side to side, all the while jamming to the crap coming out of his earbuds, and trying to seem like he's oblivious to anyone else, all the while sneaking glances out of the corner of his eye to make sure he has an audience. Pathetic.
I don't know about you, but 'that guy' is an annoying,superficial, artificial, hopelessly uncool/thank he's the Mr. Universe of cool, LUNKHEAD.
In closing, I would say, I'm DIYman, and I approve this message; 'That Guy', seriously, cut it out.