Remember growing up, when your parents used to tell you things to make you do something you didn't want to do? "Eat your carrots, it'll make your eyes pretty," or "Finish your green beans so you can have a happy plate!"
What the heck is a happy plate anyway?
For me, anytime I left a mess somewhere, be it my bedroom or a plate I left on the table, my mom would tell me, "Your maid is dead."
After I got over the shock of thinking I killed someone, I realized what she was trying to say to me.
OK, OK. I'll admit it. I'm not really Dr. Love. But I can say for a fact that I do know a thing or two about relationships. And while I don't claim to be all-knowing when it comes to these subjects, I've noticed during my time at TCU there are some obvious rules about relationships that simply shouldn't be ignored, but on many occasions, they are. Some of these rules are based on my experience first hand, while other pieces of advice are based on what I've observed.
A couple of weeks ago, I did something I've never done before. I went country dancing at Billy Bob's Texas. I know you're thinking that, as someone who was born and raised in the great state of Texas, I should've been raised dancing to country music.
For some reason, however, I've never felt the urge to go out to country dancing venues. I'm not saying I never went to these places because I don't know how to dance. On the contrary, if you've ever seen me on a dance floor, you know that I definitely know how to "cut a rug," so to speak.
Over the past year, gas has consistently hovered around $3 a gallon. Natural disasters and social issues have hit Americans where it hurts them most: their wallets. Even President Bush, whose party is hardly known as the environmentalist type, recently said that Americans were "addicted" to oil."Me? Addicted?! That's just crazy-talk. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to hop into my 14 mile-per-gallon, eight-passenger SUV for my family of four so we can drive two blocks to our neighborhood pool."
I recently noticed a disturbing trend among the college-age crowd. This trend is that, due to the proliferation of Web sites such as Facebook and MySpace, the national pastime of flirting as we know it, has become a drastically under performed sport. So much so, in fact, I would say it is becoming less like the Super Bowl and more like Backgammon."This is preposterous!" you might say. Well, let's review flirting as it once was. A guy goes with his buddies to a party and meets a few more of his friends who, in turn, introduce him to their friends. But alas, no sparks fly.