Writing with Creative License
March 16th, 2008"Did that really happen?" people often ask me. "Is all of that true?"
Then I look them in the eye and say, "No, it's not."
Yes, I admit it. I, Mike Lee, am a liar.
"Did that really happen?" people often ask me. "Is all of that true?"
Then I look them in the eye and say, "No, it's not."
Yes, I admit it. I, Mike Lee, am a liar.
Short answer: Hells NO.
Long answer: It depends. Don't lie to me and tell me you're over your ex-boyfriend, then have me find a photo of him in your camera, taken two days ago, with him standing half-nekkid in your apartment. That kind of thing is what we call denial, or a Big Fat Lie. I'm just sayin'.
"How did you get up there?" our little cousins asked. They were on their tippy-toes, as if their toes would magically get them on the roof too.
"We flew," my brother and I answered.
"No you didn't. Did you?"
"Yup, we did. And you can't come up because you don't believe us."
A few years ago, some single friends asked me to go with them to a speed dating event. I wasn't able to make it, but I really wish I could have. Here's why:
Dave fancies himself a pool hustler. To his credit, he is a pretty good one. I rarely see anyone beat him. And if someone does, usually it's because he let the person win for some reason.
Let me tell you a story about Dave the Pool Hustler.
So Mom, here's how it went down.
I met her at Golden Gate Park one weekend. I was just chilling near the Conservatory of Flowers, reading a book. She came over and sat down next to me. I looked up and smiled at her; she smiled back.
I am a great wingman. A truly magnificent beast of a wingman.
I am always ready to take one for the team, especially if it means the squadron leader can take home the prize.
What kind of superpower would you want? Say you could have any superpower you could think of. You could fly or walk through walls or read minds.
I just finished reading Robert Cialdini's "Influence". It's a book about six basic behavioral principles that can be used to influence people.
So it was with great interest that I engaged in a conversation with Stephen, a gentleman sitting next to me on my Southwest flight to New York. He offered me some drink coupons and then tried to sell me some air treatment equipment.