AARON HERNANDEZ MAKES ZERO SENSE!

The connection between some pro athletes and the "hood life" has always left me perplexed.

I know some come from rough backgrounds, where their families, coaches or mentors work with them to keep them from falling victim to the entire street culture.  Some succeed, some don't.

Then they move on to college where they’re exploited and millions are made from their play, yet they don’t see a dime…

Finally they make the pros.  They can get paid.  They’ve won, made it. 

All the benefits of being a professional athlete paired with the opportunity to better their lives.

So why the hell would they want to continue to be apart of that lifestyle?

This entire Aaron Hernandez situation makes me want to sit down with the dude.  Just as a curious individual, and ask; “bro, what the fuck were you thinking?”

Yes, you are innocent until proven guilty, but it’s very clear that Hernandez, along with two other men summoned by Hernandez via text were with 27 year-old semi-pro player Odin Lloyd the night he was murdered in a industrial park a half-mile from Hernandez’s home.

Did this guy learn anything from the Ray Lewis situation back in 98?    In fact it’s worse; this isn’t some altercation outside a bar or party that led to a man dying.

 This was a straight up execution and over what?

According to Bristol County assistant district attorney William McCauley, the motive was that Hernandez caught Lloyd was speaking to people Hernandez didn’t like…

If that is what comes out to be true during the trial, it may be the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard….

You’re going to throw away everything…. your career, your freedom, a right to be apart of your daughter’s life over nonsense like that?!

I just don’t get it.

-WST

WEDNESDAY RANT-KURT RUSSELL AND FROZEN PIZZA!!!

Between Bonnaroo, NBA and NHL watch parties, and with the 4^th of July going down next Thursday, it’s looking like a good weekend to lay low and recharge my batteries.

There’s an art to sitting on your ass on a Friday night though.   

It’s summer, so the A/C has to be cranked down a point where you may need a blanket but at the same time, won’t see penguins walking through the living room.

Attire does count as well. You should always go a size too big with lounging sweatpants and if you have a nice pair of house shoes, wear socks with them, you don’t want those feet funking them up.

Most importantly is entertainment and food; you can’t just plop down, grab the remote and expect the TV gods to do you any favors.

Nor do you want to spend your entire night shuffling through take-out menus trying to figured out what to eat; subs, tacos, wings, Thai?!

You need a course of action,  A game plan taken to insure that even though you’ll be inside, you’ll still enjoy yourself…

So what’s mine?

Kurt Fucking Russell and frozen pizza!

I don’t know what it is, but Kurt Russell is that dude when it comes couch movies... 

Big Trouble In Little China, Tango & Cash, Backdraft, Tequila Sunrise, Soldier, Tombstone, The Thing!

It’s like he had me in mind when shot all those flicks.  Big Trouble alone may be worth watching twice in one night!

As for frozen pizza, I was a Jack’s Pizza man for many years…it had served me well through college, even though I always burned the roof of my mouth no matter how long I let it cool.

But then I was turned onto Home Run Inn’s brand…

It’s cheese, toppings, and crust are vastly superior to any other frozen pie you’ll find and that includes any bullshit DiGiorno is trying to hustle out.

Pair it with some Canada Dry ginger-ale and I’m golden!

So yeah, that’s my evening.   Unless someone hits me with a better offer anyway…

-WST

The Power Of Sport!

Yesterday evening was a roller coaster for me.   I felt anxious, anger, confusion, frustration, happiness, excitement, joy, and insanity all within four hours.

Now, not all of that was the game, some was self-made...

 Shit, hosting a party takes a toll on me.  I like to make sure everything is perfect.  But now…

Just a feeling of tranquility…for something I had no part whatsoever in accomplishing.

And that's because today Chicago is a champion.  Not the first one, certainly not the last, but for me the most meaningful.

Last night, I watched a Hockey game with 20 people, some I’ve known almost my whole life, some just over eight months.

At one point, I stood off to the side and looked to what was before me; everyone different and unique in their own way; backgrounds, ethnicities, different places in life.

For whatever reason, that’s cool to me.

Everyone looked like they enjoyed themselves and if I’m wrong, kudos for faking it real well.

Afterwards, I ventured three blocks down to a vast stadium, built right in the middle of what used to be considered a rough part of town…

And shared a bottle of tequila with five random Asian Guys...never will see each other again.

Loud pops in the air courtesy of the fireworks we set off...

 Ladies, if you ever wanna see a dude turn into a little kid for an hour, give him some bottle rockets and a roman candle or two.

Last night was all love in the second city and I felt a sense of pride being apart of it because like any big city, negative things are said about this town; segregated, corrupt, violent.

And it obviously wouldn’t be said unless there’s some truth to it...  

Not as extreme as outsiders make it sound, but not completely perfect either.

But last night, for one night, all that bullshit was put aside.  No one cared if you were Rich, Poor, White, Black, Asian, Latin, Arab, Indian, Young, Old, Jewish, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Straight, Gay, Drunk or Sober.

Didn’t matter if you had grown up in the City, Northwest Indiana, Oak Park, Elmwood Park, Berwyn, Palatine, Arlington Heights, Evanston, Oak Lawn, Evergreen Park, Elgin, Downers Grove, Hinsdale, Oak Brook, Lyons, Elmhurst,  Chicago Heights, Flossmore, Skokie, Riverside, Brookfield, Hillside, Bellwood, Glenwood, River Forest, Lake Forest, Buffalo Grove, Streamwood, Niles, Westchester, Park Ridge, Winnetka, Waukegan, Forest Park, Cicero, Glenbrook, Oak Forest, Hillcrest, Romeoville, Aurora or Naperville.

Didn’t matter if you had been a Hockey fan your entire life or if you were just watching for the first time...

You were out in unity to celebrate two things: The sweater with the Indian head logo and that white flag with the red stars and blue stripes

That’s the power of a city you love and most importantly, that’s the power of sports man.

-WST

THE FIVE PEOPLE YOU'LL ENCOUNTER IF THE CHICAGO BLACKHAWKS WIN THE STANLEY CUP!

            

So when it comes to Windy City Championship titles in the four major sports, I’ve had the blessing of being around for nine.

Unfortunately, on eight of them, it wasn’t really possible to head out into the evening with my fellow fans and celebrate the greatness of Chi-City.

Five months old with a knack for escaping my crib (I crave freedom) when the Bears won Super Bowl XX…

in 98, I was just an acne-faced 12 year-old when MJ pushed off of Byron Russell, hit that epic game-winner, and walked into the sunset…I don't acknowledge the Wizards years.

An idiot Sophomore away at college who celebrated the White Sox 2005 World Series title by attempting to chug six cans of Natty-Ice in five minutes…until foam shot out of my mouth like a freshly popped bottle of Champagne in a moment that will go down in infamy.

Then 2010 happened; first real summer on my own in the city, Patrick Kane scored the OT winner; a goal so slick, people needed three replays to realize what had happened and the most delayed championship celebration in the history of sports was on.

That night, I started on the north side and during my trek home, I met quite a few different types partying... 

With the first of two Blackhawks’ opportunities to claim Lord Stanley’s Cup tonight, let's go over the five you’re most likely to meet if Toews, Hossa, Kane, Sharp and the boys win the big one.

5. MISS KISS

MOST LIKELY FOUND:  DePaul-area bars. 

BIO: She’s so happy!  I mean REALLY happy! I mean REALY touchy-feely.  I mean she’s all over your...wait, she’s done the same thing to every guy who’s so much as looked in her direction?  Better tell this drunk-ass broad to step off before she kills your vibe with any girl who ACTUALLY may be interested.

4. SHOT-CALLER

MOST LIKELY FOUND: Near a group of 21 year-old girls.  The “Viagra Triangle.”

BIO: Is he rolling solo?  Is he over 32?  Did your friend just drag you over because he’s offered to buy you and all your girlfriends shots in honor of the new world champs?

 Not saying he’s a creep ladies, I am just saying it wouldn’t be too smart to let him isolate one of your friends.  Get no more than three shots out of him and bounce out A$AP Rocky.

3. STREET KINGS

MOST LIKELY FOUND: Madison Street.  Halsted to Damen.

BIO: Let go inside the mind of a SK…

 “It’s a party, right?!  That means normal traffic laws don’t apply at all, right?!  That means I can just stunt in the middle of the street with my shirt off and go apeshit when I get someone to blow their horn, right?!”

2. RIOT ZOMBIES

MOST LIKELY FOUND: Back of a paddy wagon.  Wrigleyville.

BIO: What better way to celebrate your city’s glory than trash it?  RZs start out with a "patient zero," usually a male, one to 15 drinks past his limit... 

Mix that with the joy of being a champion, and it's like a virus; he'll hit the open and is quick to locate, and team with similar-minded individuals who share one goal: RAGE AND FUCK SHIT UP!!

Trying to flip that car with the cops 40 yards away may not have been the best idea though…

1. WOOOOO KIDS!!!

MOST LIKELY FOUND: Everywhere!  Near news cameras.

BIO: You ever watch a college game on ESPN and see a bunch of shit-faced kids in the cheering section just IN the camera tugging and pointing at their shirts while throwing up the single-digit? 

Well those bros are all grown up, and clearly haven’t changed their ways…

Drink and Celebrate responsibly kids.  This has a been a WST Public Service Announcement.

-WST

FULL CIRCLE FRIDAY-DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK!

All the stories you know and ones you don’t, but should. Welcome to FULL CIRCLE

MONDAY

            -Stanley Cup Action!  And look at the fine Wi-Fi options available if you happened to be in Boston’s TD Garden for game three?

(Compliments of the Chicago Tribune’s Chris Kuc)

Kane is a weenie? GAUD ONA BASTON!

            -Also, I think Arizona Coach Rich Rodriguez and his staff may have watched Tombstone one time too many.

I’m going to guess they cut the part where Lane Kiffin and his USC outlaws ride into town and demand to play for blood.

TUESDAY

-Kawhi Leonard will put you on a poster and poke you in the eye at the same damn time.

Do you see the white light Mike Miller? Do you?!

            -Oh, and here’s Patriots owner Robert Kraft throwing up a familiar symbol…

I’ve seen this before…

Illuminati? Showing an affiliation with Jay-Z’s Roc Nation?  Or both?  You decide.

WEDNESDAY

            -America had their thumbs inches away from the hate-mode button late Tuesday/early Wednesday and then…

SON OF A...SWEET JESUS SHUTTLESWORTH!!!!! Tie game. Overtime.  You know the rest of the story.

            - Do you know how to skate?  Can you shoot a Hockey puck?  If so, then yes my friends, you too could’ve probably scored on Corey Crawford Wednesday night.

I think he owes Brent Seabrook a Jamba Juice for saving his ass.

THURSDAY

-AARONNNNNN HERNANDEZZZZ!!!! YOU COT SUM SPLAININ TU DUE MANEEE!!!!.

           

            - Here’s Spurs coach Gregg Popovich giving LeBron a hug after Miami’s game 7 victory game.

Classy, but don’t fret Heat haters, I’m pretty sure it was all a ruse by Pop in an attempt to get close enough to shank him. 

He probably just forgot the shiv in his other coat pocket.

  

FRIDAY

            -David Beckham causes a riot in Shanghai?  David Beckham causes a riot in Shanghai.

I’ve seen the same thing happen at McDonald’s whenever they bring the McRib or Strawberry Crème pies back.

WEEKEND WATCH!

What you should be doing this weekend if you know, you’re not drunk or doing something better…

SEE WORLD WAR Z!

            -Dudes love Zombies.  Chicks love Brad Pitt.  It’s a date night movie for everyone!

WATCH THE STANLEY CUP FINALS!

            -Hockey fans will tell you they’re glad Basketball season is done because the focus will now shift to Hockey and technically they’re correct; the night the Stanley Cup is won, ESPN will double it’s coverage on Sportscenter... 

That means a whole 10 minutes before switching back to the top story of the prayer group Tebow will inevitably start with Pats teammates.

GO TO THE BEACH!

            -Saturday afternoon should be a perfect day to hit the sand, throw the Football around, and check out some shallow, yet beautiful women!

FRIDAY SHOUT-OUT!

Recognizing whomever the hell I want!

Happy Birthday to my guy Graley!  Today, he turns 27 and is a piece of shit...but I like him anyway!  Enjoy that birthday meat kid!

Good first week back!  I’ll see you Monday!

-WST

SAY HELLO TO THE BAD GUYS!

Game Seven.

The two greatest words in team sports.  However, this series should be over already… 

The Spurs had their boots firmly planted on Miami’s throat Tuesday night and to borrow a phrase from former NFL Coach Dennis Green, “They let em off the hook!”

Which brings us to tonight, one game, throw everything out of the window, it just comes down to which team executes better and wants it more.

I couldn’t tell you who is going to be holding the Larry O’Brien Trophy at the end of the night. 

My heart says Spurs, but my head says Heat but if I had to pick a clear-cut winner I’m going to go with….

David Stern and the NBA.

The nation (outside of Miami) will be tuning in for one simple reason tonight, and that’s to see the possibility of Lebron James and the Miami Heat going down.

No matter how many more titles LeBron James wins, people are not going to forget “The Decision,” James’ hour-long TV special dedicated to his ego in which he uttered maybe the douchiest line ever by a pro athlete.

Dwayne Wade pouts because he’s not held in the same regard as other local legends in his hometown of Chicago.

Chris Bosh actually seems like a nice guy but, his facial expression, overall weirdness, and the fact that he looks the offspring of a Ostrich and a Raptor make him an easy target.

The reasons to detest the team don’t just stop with the “Big Three.”

Mario Chalmers thinks he’s a lot better than he really is.

 Birdman and Udonis Haslem are agitators.

Shane Battier is from Duke, and Mike Miller has a very annoying habit of just waiting until the Finals to torch teams.

The only likable players on the are Jesus Shuttlesworth and Juwan Howard.  Because you stamp yourself a one-way ticket to hell if you dare hate on either.  It's impossible not to like them.

Then you have the coach, Eric Spolestra…

A decent coach, but let’s be honest, he’s more or less a human sock-puppet for the guy really running things, Team President Pat Riley.

Even the front-running fan-base is detestable; they show up late to the game and tend to leave early...

 They blow up social media when they win, and they’re nowhere to be found when they lose. 

And the best part?  In their worlds, anyone who doesn’t like the Heat is just a hater.

Add all that together and you have the perfect villain, worthy of a comic book or pro Wrestling.

It also means big entertainment, big ratings, and big dollars because there’s a big profit in being hated.

In the world of sports, you NEED a “bad guy” for people to despise.

You ever wonder why the Dallas Cowboys or New York Yankees get multiple primetime games every year no matter how good or bad they are?

Leagues know just as many people will tune in to see them lose, as they will to see them win.

During the Eastern Conference Finals against the Pacers, fans clamored for them to beat the Heat, but an Indiana-San Antonio Finals wouldn’t have been nearly as fun or entertaining for that matter.

If the bad guy does go down tonight, this is the way it should be, the big stage with everyone watching.

If they win it all?

Well, it’s going to be a long wait until October, help us all.

-WST

WEDNESDAY RANT-ADVENTURE IS FOUR WHEELS AND A TANK OF GAS!

My trip last week marked my 12^th road trip in the last 10 years.

Driving has long been my favorite way of traveling to be honest.  It allows me to be my own pilot and is like those old Goosebumps’ “Choose Your Own Adventure” books.

Make no mistake, it can be frustrating; you’re uncomfortable for long periods, the scenery can sometimes be dull and redundant, plus you need to keep an eye out for State Troopers looking to fill that speeding ticket quota.

But at the same time, the road trip is amazing because of the people with you.  When you put 2-4 friends in a car for a few hours, a lot of good stuff goes down…

Like seeing some wild shit; these eyes have caught a tornado in action, a dead body, an American bald eagle and a near-perfect pair of boobs.

You’re going to consume gas station food and drink that you normally never touch; I'll pass Gardettos or Pepperoni Combos at the neighborhood 7-11 and not even look twice…

 Put me on a highway though, and I’m munching that shit like it contains the secret to weight loss.  Bagel chips are AWESOME.

Songs that you haven’t heard since High School tend to come out on the road and can turn the ride into a karaoke lounge.   Twista anyone?

Most importantly, it’s where bonding is on full display.

You’re going to laugh, you’re going to reminisce, and you are going to argue/debate.  Shit will probably get weird at some point, very weird.

And you’re going to talk: life, music, movies, love, sports, and politics. 

Road trips are where someone’s fears, goals, aspirations and secrets come out because frankly, there’s nothing better to do with that time and the power of conversation is that great.

It’s unfortunate as we get older, and life happens, road trips become less frequent but the memories last a lifetime. 

If you’ve never had the experience, your ass needs to load up a vehicle with your buddies and get up, get out, and do something now before it’s too late. 

See something and live man!

Visit a friend in a different city, a college campus for a Football game, go to Canada damn it! 

A couple years back, a friend spontaneously asked me to join her in a drive to Toronto for a Manchester United game.  Turned out to be one of the wildest 24 hours of my life.

Sometimes all an adventure needs is four wheels and a full tank of gas.

“The road of life twists and turns and no two directions are ever the same. Yet our lessons come from the journey, not the destination.”

-Don Williams Jr. (American Novelist and Poet)

-WST

TEN BONNAROO 2013 OBSERVATIONS

What’s up all? Miss me?  I didn’t think so, but I have just returned from camping in Manchester, Tennessee where I hit up the 12^th  annual Bonnaroo Music and Arts festival.

Just took a week to get away from the world with some of my favorite people and jam out to some sweet-ass performances from artists and bands like Araabmuzik, Local Natives, Of Monsters and Men, Wu-Tang Clan, Paul McCartney, Wolfgang Gartner, Nas, Pretty Lights, Matt & Kim, The Lumineers, Jack Johnson, R. Kelly, Empire Of The Sun, Action Bronson, Macklemore, Kendrick Lamar, Edward Sharpe, A$AP Rocky, and Tom Petty.

You know I’m always keeping a mental note of things when I take these adventures, so I’ve returned with 10 observations I managed to make during my time down south.

10.NEVER LAY ON THE GRASS DURING A CONCERT!

             This isn’t Sunday Music in the park.  If you’re going to put something on the ground and sit during a concert, it’s one thing, but if you’re going to fully lay on your back, remember that people WILL walk, push and maneuver through any crevice they can to get close as possible. 

On a related note, I’d like to apologize to the 10 girls out there whose hair I stepped on while so.

9. SOMEWHERE, PRETTY LIGHTS IS STILL PLAYING HIS SET!

Tell me why this psycho took the stage at 1:45 in the morning and went until 7 AM? People started dipping out around 4:30 (including us) and he had the audacity to ask the crowd if they were getting tired…

YEAH DUDE!!! WE”VE BEEN DANCING AND STANDING ON OUR FEET SINCE FRIDAY AFTERNOON!  STOP!  NO ONE NEEDS EDM WITH THEIR MORNING COFFEE OR JUICE!  WE GOTTA SLEEP! R. KELLY IS ON LATER TONIGHT AND I NEED REST!

8. RAP CONCERTS ARE HILARIOUS!

            Two things that will always happen with rap acts:  The artist will always demand you put your hands up a minimum of 10 times and 70% of the crowd only knows the lyrics to two songs.  Any others?  Just the chorus baby.

7. MY FRIENDS AND I ARE HEROES!

         A whole lot of testosterone usually starts flying when it comes to getting up to the pit area for certain artists and there are a few ladies out there who were pretty happy that a few larger gentleman such as myself and my associates were around to keep the bros from pushing or crushing them when things turned into a stampede. 

Couple girls even used us as lead blockers to get to the front row for Kendrick Lamar’s concert so naturally, it wouldn’t hurt a couple NFL teams to bring us in for a look if an O-Lineman goes down in training camp.

6. I NEED TO GET A PEDICURE AFTER THIS!

         Not bitching, but the terrain at Bonnaroo is rough and depending where your campsite was, it could have been anywhere from a 15-30 minute walk to the festival grounds.

I’m telling you, sitting down at the end of the each night was ORGASMIC.   Well, until I took my socks off and saw my feet.  Those gravel roads didn’t do them any favors.

5. WALTER PAYTON GETS YOU RESPECT!

         Threw on the #34 throwback one day and had randoms showing love and dapping me up like I was the man himself...or at least his fat-cheeked cousin anyway. 

Only drawback?  I heard a lot of the whole “DAAAA BEARS” shouts as I strolled by and it got a little tiresome after a bit..

Other fun jerseys that caught my eye included “Thunder” Dan Majerle, Charles Barkley, Mugsy Bogues, Arvydas Sabonis, Chris Chelios, Chris Mullin, Bo Outlaw, Dennis Rodman, Penny Hardaway, Joe Carter and of course, plenty of MJ.

4. OUTSIDE OF CHICAGO, R. KELLY IS KNOWN MORE FOR URINATING ON A GIRL & TRAPPED IN THE CLOSET!

         After a lot of hustle and a little muscle, we managed to get up front and center for Chicago’s own R. Kelly. 

Sadly, we were disappointed that as we waited for the show to start,  I noticed a lot of clueless bros and chicks around us seemed to be more enthused about seeing the guy who pissed on a girl than a multi-platinum hit maker.

That said, I think a lot of people found that Kells is more than “Trapped in the Closet” after a he turned in an amazing (and piss-free) performance.

3. PAUL MCCARTNEY'S HUMBLEBRAGS WILL SHIT ALL OVER YOURS!

         I caught Sir Paul not necessarily because I’m a huge fan, but rather the fact that since he was there, I couldn’t not take the opportunity to watch a true music icon who's managed to stay relevant over 50 years..

However, Macca seems to have a penchant for telling side stories between songs that pretty much remind you that he’s Paul McCartney and you’re not.

Smoking a joint with Bob Dylan?  Reminiscing about hanging with Jimi Hendrix, Michael Jackson and Eric Clapton? 

You’re a legend, but fuck you dude.

2. HUMANS AND PORTA-POTTIES ARE THE WORST!

        I get it, there were over 100.000 people in attendance at Bonnaroo and you’re bound to have people who get sick, had to hold it for a long time, or are just scumbags, but damn it, I despise porta-potties!

  Seriously didn’t use the bathroom again until I got home after I went into one and found poop smeared on the toilet seat with a sign that read, “This is a Space Peanut”

What the hell does that even mean?  Did I mention a woman (and a hot one at that)  had just used it before me?

1. WOMEN WILL DEGRADE THEMSELVES FOR A$AP ROCKY!

            Quote of Bonnaroo, courtesy of A$AP:

“Hey yo! All the bitches who take their tops off and show some titties can come onstage and party with me for this last song!!!”

30 women ended up onstage…

Maybe a little tasteless, but then again, I don’t think anyone in my group was complaining.

-WST

THE 200 GREATEST MOVIE INSULTS OF ALL TIME!

So a few months back, I came across 11:00 minutes of joy titled the 100 Greatest Movies Threats of All Time.

Last night, I was messing around and came across it's sister; 100 of the Greatest Movie Insults of All Time!  This shit is seriously great.

But wait, there's more! 

 Same guy went ahead and did ANOTHER 100!  Best 20 minutes you'll spend all day, just listen to it with the volume on low so the boss doesn't catch you and if he does, make like Jimmy from "Road House" up top and inform him that "You fucked guys like him in prison!"

That should back him off...

-WST

WEDNESDAY RANT-T.N.J.T!

So it’s safe to say I run a pretty dude-oriented Blog here, but lately I’ve been hearing from a number of females; family and friends say that I need to show the ladies some love.

So here it is ladies…

T.N.J.T

Learn it, live it, love it.

So what the hell am I talking about?

TNJT is a phrase I coined about a year ago when a female friend mentioned that there was this guy who was really feeling her but she absolutely had no interest. 

When I inquired to if he had asked her out, she mentioned no, but that they just went to lunch…. once. 

When I took it a step further and asked where they went, she said the got some Thai food.

I immediately threw my hands up and exclaimed, “There ya go, should have known THAI IS NEVER JUST THAI!” 

T-N-J-T!

 Men and Women both have good friends of the opposite sex but real talk; they never start out that way… 

At one point between every good Male-Female friendship, one, if not both had some sort of attraction to the other.

It’s not always easy to read from the female side, but guys are a dead giveaway…

First of all ladies, if a guy “friend” asks you to dinner and doesn’t mention other people coming in the first place, he probably wants to be more than friends, but you never know, maybe he’s just a cool dude who feels like hanging out and his intentions are still a mystery.

All you have to do is pay attention to where he’s taking you to eat because it’s not limited to just Thai, but a number of foods. 

You see men, 22-30; have three groups of restaurants that they frequent when they step out…

Group A represents the spots they go with just their bros/large groups to watch a game, or before a night on the town; Seafood, Steakhouse, BBQ, Wings, Pizza, Mexican (everyone loves margaritas), "Bar & Grill" type fare.

Group B are the restaurants where maybe they do hit up an actual female friend for a harmless meal;  Breakfast, Café, Vegan, trendy Burger or Sandwich place where they add three to five extra bucks on everything cause it’s organic.

Group C is straight-up date territory. I am talking the heavy-hitters; Thai, French, Chinese (not take-out), Tapas, Sushi, Fondue, Korean BBQ,Indian, Ethiopian, Greek, American Contemporary Cuisine (still don’t really know what that shit means, but it is delicious). 

So why does Group C mostly consist of Ethnic restaurants? 

Easy, they’re different, and if you’re a guy taking a woman on a date, you can’t do the same old thing but you don’t want to break the bank either…unless you have it like that, and if you do, we should hang out, drinks on you right?

What I’m saying ladies, is if you find yourself at any place described in Group C, there are exceptions, but you’re more than likely on a date.

So don’t be surprised if at some point at the end of the night, he goes 90 percent in for that kiss, now if you feel like giving the other 10, is a choice all of your own (thanks Hitch).

-WST