at least i’m not THAT guy

i am a dork. i like science. i am probably not that cool, but every time i think that maybe i’m not as cool as i think i am, i just need to overhear someone else talking while i am walking home or open my eyes a bit…and thank god that i’m not THAT guy. it’s great when you get selective hearing for about 2 seconds, just enough time to hear THAT guy say something to the girl he’s walking with like “i’m sorry kickboxing practice went late” or “most people are unfamiliar with the difference between blue cheese and feta cheese.” at this point, there is no need to keep listening, in case the context reveals he is actually cool. it is better to laugh and move on, for he is not.

so, now that i think about it, i am pretty cool, and there are pretty good odds that you are cool, too. see, if we assume the world population to be about 6.4 billion, there is only a 1 in 6.4 billion chance that you are THAT guy i passed while walking the other day. that’s quite a small probability. and since THAT guy is clearly not cool, you and me probably are, too.

however, there has been a surge recently in the ever growing contingent of faction “THAT guy.” they have acquired this one guy i heard talking about how he knows where to get the best bagels; this coming right on the heels of recruitment of this one dude walking out of his dorm while telling this girl he was walking with “why, i’m a pretty cool guy” after she told him to stop being so annoying.

you should also be on the lookout for this one guy i saw telling this group of girls about his law firm outside a local bar, and his friend, whom earlier that day went tanning.

so i guess the probability goes up (albeit very slightly) that you are THAT guy, but it’s still very small. so just remember, if you ever are having one of those days where you’re not feeling cool, or you’re at a party and people are looking at you awkwardly, just look around or have a listen. there’s always that ONE guy who redeems your life’s existence and reason for living…and it’s to not be him.

7 Responses to “at least i’m not THAT guy”

  1. bananarama Says:

    hmm..what do u think of the guy who knows where to get the best singaporean food? too cool for u?

  2. coolbananas Says:

    my fav post

  3. Elle Says:

    As a girl, I now have to more seriously consider watching out for “THAT guy” and as such, I was wondering something.

    I overheard a guy say to a girl, “You were so kind helping so-and-so up (from a tough yoga position I think). You could be a spiritual guide.”

    I’m pretty sure he’s “THAT guy” right? I mean I’m pretty sure that helping an agile friend up from her predetermined happy baby pose doesn’t qualify any one of us as a spiritual guide. But then again, at the time I heard this I was pretty busy checking my pockets for a red flag to hand to the girl.

  4. andrew Says:

    he is definitely a well-trained “THAT guy.” i mean, one of the most simple tests for deciding this is if you find yourself thinking “who talks like that?” or “who says that?” well, the answer is “THAT guy” talks like that, or says that.

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  6. Tanning Bed Says:

    Super Post!
    Thanks for the enlightening informaiton.

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