I harbor my own stereotypes, preconceptions, misconceptions, prejudices, if you will.
So let me just say that if you are a 40-something male sporting a mustache that requires combing, a thick gold chain with a nautical knot and Italian horn, a shirt unbuttoned to your navel, exposing a shag carpet remnant, tight jeans forcing me to have impeccable eye contact, and you approach me and my boys at the playground, my inner voice is screaming porn star!
Seriously, dude, you can't come to a park looking like your resume hails from behind the purple velvet curtain at your locally owned video rental shop.
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Regardless of that man's vocation or avocation, it's always a good idea to trust your gut when it comes to watching out for the kiddos.
Okay, wait - his resume shouts porn star. And you ... want an autograph? Or you want to be an extra! :-)
Sorry, couldn't resist!
Ew. I can't handle men who wear lots of jewelry under any circumstances.
That ain't right yo.
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