A blazt from the pazt
Damietta wrote:
>This thread is brilliant
>If there were a 'top ten threads of the year', I would like to nominate this one.
>However, Poor Joe. I can relate, though. I have been the victim and perpetrator of many such pranks in my youth and these things hurt, believe me.
>Some advice to Joe.
>Grit your teeth and take it like a man, put your head down, train harder, channel the rage into your training, wait, and before you know it someone else will be the butt of everyone's jokes.
>Believe it or not, the modern sophisticated climbing lass will understand the blokey prepubescent style, but how you handle this situation is key. Let her know that you're one step above. Play it cool, approach her with an air of cool, easy indifference. Act like the rumours are not true. Pull out a hard send over the next few weeks. Act a bit mysterious - wear sunglasses inside and goretex on a sunny day and when she asks why, tell her you can't talk about it. When you're at the crag use the 'faraway look' whenever you can (practice in front of the bedroom mirror) as though there's something on your mind. Take up an interesting hobbie outside of climbing - like birdwatching or dancing. Buy a surfboard (but you don't need to use it). Always have a few lasses hanging around (even if you have to pay them). Leave well worn copies of Nietzche and Dostoyevsky lying around, then........when she least expects it.........out with the picnic hamper......
>gogettem tiger!!!
>PS don't forget chocolate |