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Here's what I imagine a date with dickie must be like:
He picks up some gal in a bar by offering her a meal. He picks a girl who is a little plump by his standards. (For dickie, this means one who is out of her training bra but probably size two cause he thinks everyone else is fat.) He brings her to his house and puts on a porn DVD. Side by side on the sofa, he puts his hand on her knee. She slaps it off. He does it again. She slaps it off. She turns to him and says, "Do you think we could order a pizza or something."
He passes out. He comes faintly to and directs her to the smelling salts. He takes a deep sniff.
"My god, what happened to you?" she says.
"Calories!" he says. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY CALORIES THERE ARE IN A PIZZA!"
She snaps her gum and blows a bubble. She makes it huge and pink. When it collapses on her face, she says: "Whatever. I'm out of here."
There you have it. Porn, sexual harrassment, and objectification all in one date. Not every guy can manage to achieve that.
