My Old Computer Guy's Foiled Prison Escape!

[DreadFish]

I like eye contact, but the menacing kind is a lot of work.
During a deposition, the lawyer actually complained bitterly that I was trying to intimidate him. My lawyer responded by advising him not to look at me. That deposition cost me several thousand in legal fees, but at least I have fond memories of his whining about it....& it's in the transcript.

Haha, that's cool.

Normally I don't like eye contact, but if someone challenges me, I step up to the plate and keep my eyes on them without backing down.

That's actually kinda fun. When I was driving to the park the other day, there were some workers doing something there and one guy looked at me as I drove in. I looked at him, looked away and looked back, and realized that he was still looking, so I just looked him right in the eyes intensely for a few seconds until he looked away.

My confrontational skills are either totally on or totally off; I don't really know how to keep it moderate, so im normally pretty passive.

 

[Revoltingest]

I just enjoy seeing people when I talk to them. Eyes are expressive. And if I'm talking to women, it helps avoid looking at their hooters, which I consider a social faux pas.

 

[DreadFish]

I just enjoy seeing people when I talk to them. Eyes are expressive. And if I'm talking to women, it helps avoid looking at their hooters, which I consider a social faux pas.

Those are eyes that im ok looking at!

But yeah, there are times I like looking at people in the eyes. It's just really intense and personal to me, sometimes I just don't have the defenses built up to withstand it, or something.

Incidentally, a woman's eyes are one of the most attractive things about her.

 

[Nietzsche]

He was pretty good.

He also did some work in the home of a gal who worked for me back then. Since she spent time alone with him, she found it particularly creepy that he was a vicious murderer. (He did much more than was made public, including beating a little girl so badly she never recovered to the point she could feed herself.) Naturally, I seized the opportunity for some fun. I wrote her a letter in his name, saying that I was away dealing with some personal difficulties, & was anxious to come back & get a leg up on the competition, give her a cutthroat deal, & lend her a hand. (He had cut up the people found in coolers in his trunk in Utah.)

-slow clapping-

To have been a fly on the wall when she read that..