<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919</id><updated>2024-10-24T16:25:37.287-04:00</updated><category term="Air Jordans"/><category term="Muggsy Bogues"/><category term="Nostalgia"/><category term="Personal Development"/><category term="Texting"/><category term="communication"/><category term="farewell"/><category term="handshake"/><title type='text'>G3nt - A Handbook for the Third Millennium Gentleman</title><subtitle type='html'>Advice on  how to become and remain a gentleman in the often murky morass of the early third millennium. When life is a comedy of manners, don&#39;t let it be a comedy of errors.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913581816570347979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTpia-EOOZpIokiAqTh2mwYS6KVhGK_1OsrrRwI5NtAwIDKaDfd6khTxNL1Jot8iInqTtaZdQ-micLoVJmbapfUBgMwUJKnjEJBMfmmbWgTWgeHUacohX0JG-pA24BU/s220/Photo+151.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-2390132555085815483</id><published>2012-06-12T15:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-19T11:28:50.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gentleman Is Never a Soulless Drone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;
I feel like I am a soulless drone being forced through a meaningless life. I make $65,000 working in an office where we produce something related to the financial industry. Whatever. Any advice?&lt;br /&gt;
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Forlorn in Frankfort&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Forlorn,&lt;br /&gt;
Your whining&amp;nbsp;disgusts us. Gentlemen don&#39;t whine. Not ever. &lt;br /&gt;
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You are an adult, earn an adult wage, and are responsible for your own happiness. Mommy and daddy can&#39;t help you anymore. That means whining is out too. &lt;br /&gt;
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As gentlemen say among other gentlemen: You have to do whatever you need to do to keep your dick up. That, more than your office-related mumbling and shuffling, is your real job. &lt;br /&gt;
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Stay interested. If that means collecting butterflies, or dressing up in leather, or trying out for the Philadelphia Eagles, then do it. Find it and chase it hard. Meaning in life is something that you create through effort, not something handed to you by the guidance counselor you imagine runs the universe. &lt;br /&gt;
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In sum: Suck it up and hop to it. &lt;br /&gt;
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Not With a Whimper But a Bang,&lt;br /&gt;
The Gentlemen</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/2390132555085815483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/06/dear-gentlemen-i-feel-like-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/2390132555085815483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/2390132555085815483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/06/dear-gentlemen-i-feel-like-i-am.html' title='A Gentleman Is Never a Soulless Drone'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913581816570347979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTpia-EOOZpIokiAqTh2mwYS6KVhGK_1OsrrRwI5NtAwIDKaDfd6khTxNL1Jot8iInqTtaZdQ-micLoVJmbapfUBgMwUJKnjEJBMfmmbWgTWgeHUacohX0JG-pA24BU/s220/Photo+151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMKIKyySO79CmuvuoN683tHDzMChN_eMtS2dU6dP1XoUGNb2r4_FFqyAaO7zYzOjTjnI8nQy-wDymL1nap6q6SaktOEag37QXICqPFAt4R5xvdPWagzdKk_CTafNlnzwIB1ktRcNGXrrE8/s72-c/g3nt+-+this+means+something.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-4292360061003990665</id><published>2012-06-07T12:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-07T12:46:46.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirting On Business Trips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;
I am a newly married man who, because of his work, often finds himself alone in social situations with flirtatious women. My general tendency after years of bachelorhood is to flirt back, even when I mean nothing by it. But it&#39;s easy to see how such flirting could get me into trouble. I realize I have to draw a line, but where? In a casual office conversation? Should I skip after-work drinks? Should I simply be more reserved? Your advice would be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;
Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;
Sanford, Stamford&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Sanford,&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t be a flirt. Don&#39;t let anyone get the idea that you would have sex with anyone but your wife. It is thrilling to know that you still have it - that women want you. But ultimately it makes you look like you do not take your vows seriously, that you are dishonest and that you are sort of a joke.&lt;br /&gt;
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But be friendly. I never trust anyone too serious or too extroverted. You just have to lay off the flirty behavior. Don&#39;t talk about sex or making out. Don&#39;t touch her back as you politely pull out a chair. Keep your chivalrous distance. You can get after-work drinks with a group, but avoid socializing that seems anything like a date.&lt;br /&gt;
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The truth is that you know when you are crossing the line, but you love the rush of being loved. Everyone does, but a gentleman lives with the love that he married.&lt;br /&gt;
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Earnestly,&lt;br /&gt;
The Gentlemen</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/4292360061003990665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/06/flirting-on-business-trips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/4292360061003990665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/4292360061003990665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/06/flirting-on-business-trips.html' title='Flirting On Business Trips'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913581816570347979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTpia-EOOZpIokiAqTh2mwYS6KVhGK_1OsrrRwI5NtAwIDKaDfd6khTxNL1Jot8iInqTtaZdQ-micLoVJmbapfUBgMwUJKnjEJBMfmmbWgTWgeHUacohX0JG-pA24BU/s220/Photo+151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8zD0Tu-p9rK64P_8EhNjk8n5WJ_sJtpxh9zEn230vRjToCyO7Ld07hBSEHCIulUiteCk5wNF-13wDhwrAZkWM7GeklmemebWqdTtvIdkLEi4PgbQrLgNBn9zJygw8oT5Ba9iMN6pySN-C/s72-c/g3nt+-+flirting+gets+you+in+trouble.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-901061968380537746</id><published>2012-06-06T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-06T15:39:10.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentleman, Neighbor</title><content type='html'>Dear Gentlemen,

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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCEg-UWC406u9Eq5HnCuyPUMf0bHNct6RrAsCRGRHgyk7FdT0pETtVBwJz5Jn1Uq8NmEECfHLUA9fW8riT6llmKA5opT8-mYfp-mrmeDQ9S26gxaNIYhrQ608nOaFGrc93BJaDiqB2mKk/s1600/g3nt+headphones.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCEg-UWC406u9Eq5HnCuyPUMf0bHNct6RrAsCRGRHgyk7FdT0pETtVBwJz5Jn1Uq8NmEECfHLUA9fW8riT6llmKA5opT8-mYfp-mrmeDQ9S26gxaNIYhrQ608nOaFGrc93BJaDiqB2mKk/s320/g3nt+headphones.jpg&quot; width=&quot;232&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have lived in Brooklyn for many years. I have a new
neighbor, a rich white girl, who complains about the noise I make. Not only do
I not give a shit, I think anyone who lives in Brooklyn is obligated to not care
about noise. If you want peace and quiet, then move to the entire rest of the country.&lt;/div&gt;
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Can I tell this bunched up bitch to move to Jersey or do
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Annoyed, &lt;/div&gt;
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J. in Brooklyn&lt;/div&gt;
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Dear J.,&lt;/div&gt;
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Many gentlemen live in Brooklyn. So do many children, parents,
elderly people and working people who don’t want to hear your music, especially
through the walls of their homes throughout the night. It’s a wonderful place,
but not a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/01/is-it-possible-you-could-put-that-out.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;free-fire zone &lt;/a&gt;for &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/02/littering-is-not-statement.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;inconsiderate behavior&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;
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Being neighborly will enrich your life in unforeseen ways.
Midnight is a fair compromise. Consider headphones.&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thoughtfully,&lt;/div&gt;
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The Gentlemen&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/901061968380537746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/06/gentleman-neighbor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/901061968380537746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/901061968380537746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/06/gentleman-neighbor.html' title='Gentleman, Neighbor'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983117019650899879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf57G-XufM0jfF8bODMluYzvQwdEpRVnOWxD9ylHq6WzCVgzIYIhIRAPOs8yq-IX3XGX0fdDDiPNtZTZvm0jr7zUIi3qQ01z-cPGhKUbFkHo54gyc0jawdHg6WMCEZEc/s220/DSC00258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCEg-UWC406u9Eq5HnCuyPUMf0bHNct6RrAsCRGRHgyk7FdT0pETtVBwJz5Jn1Uq8NmEECfHLUA9fW8riT6llmKA5opT8-mYfp-mrmeDQ9S26gxaNIYhrQ608nOaFGrc93BJaDiqB2mKk/s72-c/g3nt+headphones.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-6385636857641601144</id><published>2012-06-05T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-05T13:19:38.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deflowering a Virgin in the Third Millennium</title><content type='html'>Dear Gentlemen,

&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4oISM6g2Vd0wZTkDkVAC2rhIWUjTg9HPlcl-qwbznVHe8SMkRPBzEDf_vmioS5ZUZEoclz7Tm6YBhJo3BP82CmSIouRyFAvR5bDgDRdIG3P8S_3YkkX4UdCjDgmQp33qd9FoJxJsF4o/s1600/virgin+g3nt.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;235&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4oISM6g2Vd0wZTkDkVAC2rhIWUjTg9HPlcl-qwbznVHe8SMkRPBzEDf_vmioS5ZUZEoclz7Tm6YBhJo3BP82CmSIouRyFAvR5bDgDRdIG3P8S_3YkkX4UdCjDgmQp33qd9FoJxJsF4o/s320/virgin+g3nt.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently started dating a girl. I am in my late 20’s
and she is in her early 20’s. She is a fine girl, but she is a virgin. I don&#39;t
really want to be her one and only. I also don&#39;t feel that qualified to be her
coach. I am pretty sure she is not waiting for religious or moral reasons. It
just has not happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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What should I do? And should I feel bad about it? Is it
irrational for me to think having a girl with only one sexual partner is
somehow a negative thing?&lt;br /&gt;
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Regards,&lt;br /&gt;
Conner, Hyannis MA&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Conner,&lt;/div&gt;
You’re not wrong to feel as you do. Taking a girl’s virginity
means, on a primordial, preverbal level, taking some responsibility for her. And
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/03/when-your-numbers-dont-add-up.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;today’s permissive sexual environment &lt;/a&gt;actually has the strange effect of
magnifying that sense. &lt;br /&gt;
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But take a step back and think about the girl. As awkward
and daunting as it is for you, it is likely much moreso for her. From how you
describe her, she probably wants to get it over with and negate it as an issue.
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And I wouldn’t worry about being her “one and only.” First,
it’s not that century. Second, there’s a good chance that it won’t be exactly a
mind-blowing experience. So go into it with a clear conscience, be patient and have
some fun. It beats being with a girl with &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/04/before-she-met-you.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;some dude&#39;s name scrawled on her body&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tenderly,&lt;/div&gt;
The Gentlemen</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/6385636857641601144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/06/deflowering-virgin-in-third-millennium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/6385636857641601144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/6385636857641601144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/06/deflowering-virgin-in-third-millennium.html' title='Deflowering a Virgin in the Third Millennium'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983117019650899879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf57G-XufM0jfF8bODMluYzvQwdEpRVnOWxD9ylHq6WzCVgzIYIhIRAPOs8yq-IX3XGX0fdDDiPNtZTZvm0jr7zUIi3qQ01z-cPGhKUbFkHo54gyc0jawdHg6WMCEZEc/s220/DSC00258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4oISM6g2Vd0wZTkDkVAC2rhIWUjTg9HPlcl-qwbznVHe8SMkRPBzEDf_vmioS5ZUZEoclz7Tm6YBhJo3BP82CmSIouRyFAvR5bDgDRdIG3P8S_3YkkX4UdCjDgmQp33qd9FoJxJsF4o/s72-c/virgin+g3nt.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-7875283042807756983</id><published>2012-05-30T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-30T12:49:12.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How a Gentleman Turns Down a Hired Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgago9t63dCjlhksFiEMd6rDnkOKRK3AOp5OGSZPI-Kb5QC0tecDfD0nS1evbKJ7rNREqeKJlA02eo7Om13HjQ0uDqNeMu3CCvyFXGjxPAJNgvt8U-wTYsE2RbzCreC42tVCPNDR-Vb2jY/s1600/prostitute+g3nt.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;222&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgago9t63dCjlhksFiEMd6rDnkOKRK3AOp5OGSZPI-Kb5QC0tecDfD0nS1evbKJ7rNREqeKJlA02eo7Om13HjQ0uDqNeMu3CCvyFXGjxPAJNgvt8U-wTYsE2RbzCreC42tVCPNDR-Vb2jY/s320/prostitute+g3nt.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Gentlemen,&lt;/div&gt;
I was out drinking with a friend of mine the other night.
We are both in our 20s and single. After a good night of drinking my buddy declared,
&quot;I&#39;m buying you a girl! It&#39;s gonna be great.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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So we went back to his high rise apartment in the city
and he called an escort service and had two girls come over. He chose the
better looking girl and went into his bedroom and left me and a tired looking Russian
woman in his living room.&lt;/div&gt;
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How should I have proceeded?&lt;/div&gt;
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Expectantly, NYC&lt;/div&gt;
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Dear Expectantly,&lt;/div&gt;
As a gentleman gets older, he can list an increasing number of things
that once seemed like a great idea, but now just smell wrong. This sounds like
one of them. &lt;br /&gt;
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There are a lot of reasons to turn down a prostitute,
even a free one. There’s the possibility of disease, legal risks, the
diminishment of her dignity, the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/02/my-eyes-are-up-here.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;diminishment of your dignity&lt;/a&gt;, the chance
someone will find out, and the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/03/when-your-numbers-dont-add-up.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;psychological warping &lt;/a&gt;that can occur from
associating money too closely with sexual release. There’s also the danger that
you not like the look or the smell of that particular hooker. &lt;br /&gt;
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So unless you need to sleep with the hooker as some part
of a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/02/do-gentlemen-bribe.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;business negotiation or diplomatic mission&lt;/a&gt;, then feel free to walk away. Just because your
friend is feeling generous doesn’t mean you have to play along to quite that extent. Pat your prostitute on the derriere and send her in to work with her colleague on your friend, and
call it a night. &lt;/div&gt;
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With Restraint, &lt;/div&gt;
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The Gentlemen&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/7875283042807756983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/how-gentleman-turns-down-hired-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/7875283042807756983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/7875283042807756983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/how-gentleman-turns-down-hired-lady.html' title='How a Gentleman Turns Down a Hired Lady'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983117019650899879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf57G-XufM0jfF8bODMluYzvQwdEpRVnOWxD9ylHq6WzCVgzIYIhIRAPOs8yq-IX3XGX0fdDDiPNtZTZvm0jr7zUIi3qQ01z-cPGhKUbFkHo54gyc0jawdHg6WMCEZEc/s220/DSC00258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgago9t63dCjlhksFiEMd6rDnkOKRK3AOp5OGSZPI-Kb5QC0tecDfD0nS1evbKJ7rNREqeKJlA02eo7Om13HjQ0uDqNeMu3CCvyFXGjxPAJNgvt8U-wTYsE2RbzCreC42tVCPNDR-Vb2jY/s72-c/prostitute+g3nt.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-5049538655259071448</id><published>2012-05-29T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-29T12:54:38.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When  a Gentleman&#39;s Blog Flags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Dear Gentlemen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0_AG1Wul9Wms0oegDaZj4LSdC5AyMlPDOpjmdJy6lZkccScu1yQ17NsH1PN05XWMge3CLvOE9Eltp3Y7bVVWbi8psY5byAb052Z4yqS7t9_-0VzvG2ytdi_My6as88lIaPbx63kIxnis/s1600/bloggerg3nt.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0_AG1Wul9Wms0oegDaZj4LSdC5AyMlPDOpjmdJy6lZkccScu1yQ17NsH1PN05XWMge3CLvOE9Eltp3Y7bVVWbi8psY5byAb052Z4yqS7t9_-0VzvG2ytdi_My6as88lIaPbx63kIxnis/s1600/bloggerg3nt.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m a blogger&lt;/span&gt;
and &lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;lately I&#39;ve been slacking off on
posting to my blog. It&#39;s been, like, a week since I put anything up. Should I
feel bad? Am I letting my loyal readers down? Or in this information age of
virtual reality and no consequences &quot;human&quot; interaction should I feel
justified flaking out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;The second part
of my question is this: Is it gentlemanly to blog at all? Does a gentleman
subject his fellow members of society to yet another trite and biased
information stream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Sincerely,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;&quot;&gt;Building a Blog
Cabin in Bloomington&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;Dear Mr. Bloomington,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;We will take the last
part of your question first, as it relates to the first. Blogging would seem, at
first blush, to contradict the ancient gentleman’s dictum to &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/02/in-out-door.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Keep it to yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. And if one surveys the blogosphere, it is populated by
fewer gentlemen than the other sort of fellow. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;But if a
gentleman has specialized knowledge to impart in the fields of hunting,
fishing, or even say ethics and etiquette, then he is doing his fellow man a
favor by generously sharing that wisdom, and should be applauded, even paid
handsomely (certainly &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/What-Smiled-Him-Colin-Dodds/dp/1477403310/ref=sr_1_1_title_0_main?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1338061329&amp;amp;sr=1-1&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;his sponsors should be clicked on and patronized&lt;/a&gt;). The medium
he chooses could be a fiery speech, a leather-bound tome or a blog. The medium
matters little.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;Now, assuming
that you are enriching your readers with your blog, you should not abandon
them. But if your interest has waned, then you may need to pause, take a few
days or a week off and refocus yourself. The most common sin of the blogger, tweeter,
television talking head or button-holing party bore is to speak incessantly
without taking the time to contemplate or learn more than he already knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;Every
field must lay fallow once in a while if it is to produce anything of value.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;Connectedly,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;&quot;&gt;The Gentlemen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/5049538655259071448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/when-gentlemans-blog-flags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/5049538655259071448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/5049538655259071448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/when-gentlemans-blog-flags.html' title='When  a Gentleman&#39;s Blog Flags'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983117019650899879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf57G-XufM0jfF8bODMluYzvQwdEpRVnOWxD9ylHq6WzCVgzIYIhIRAPOs8yq-IX3XGX0fdDDiPNtZTZvm0jr7zUIi3qQ01z-cPGhKUbFkHo54gyc0jawdHg6WMCEZEc/s220/DSC00258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0_AG1Wul9Wms0oegDaZj4LSdC5AyMlPDOpjmdJy6lZkccScu1yQ17NsH1PN05XWMge3CLvOE9Eltp3Y7bVVWbi8psY5byAb052Z4yqS7t9_-0VzvG2ytdi_My6as88lIaPbx63kIxnis/s72-c/bloggerg3nt.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-6601012284284281308</id><published>2012-05-23T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-23T19:39:18.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How a Gentleman Murders a Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlmCaBIjJdFPbqT0wKo-5qCrKiaw75uTq6cqa9BBzq5y7Da5uZKOzL7y_sRVcvahcpkkQ2Ck58hiSz3xX1QK975cLc5Kw1VTNeEuwpwwE4MxIqVqQxRE_9eG2OIhTcIHiZg7dxw21qHVI/s1600/catmurder+g3nt.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlmCaBIjJdFPbqT0wKo-5qCrKiaw75uTq6cqa9BBzq5y7Da5uZKOzL7y_sRVcvahcpkkQ2Ck58hiSz3xX1QK975cLc5Kw1VTNeEuwpwwE4MxIqVqQxRE_9eG2OIhTcIHiZg7dxw21qHVI/s320/catmurder+g3nt.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Dear
Gentlemen,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;The
family cat has become a burden. It pees in my closet. The time has come to end
the relationship. The kids love the cat. My &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/05/dear-gentlemen-i-am-married-with-2.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;wife likes the cat&lt;/a&gt;. But I can&#39;t
occasionally go to work smelling like cat urine. I&#39;m ready to do the deed, but
I figured a little advice from pros like you might help me avoid a major
catastrophe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Can
I kill the family cat and tell my family that it just ran away and they
shouldn&#39;t leave the back door open?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Kindly Yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Mike,
CT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Dear
Mike,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Your
eagerness to murder the family cat is something that could probably bear
introspection. There are other ways to keep a cat out of a closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;But
should you discover no better option, then you must take every necessary step
to conceal your actions. Do not tip your hand to your family, before or after. Choose
a propitious moment. Take the morning off work if you must. Then take the cat
to the vet and pay cash for the services. Cover your tracks and stick to your breezily
delivered conjecture: The cat ran away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Killing
a cat is generally not considered a gentlemanly thing to do. But killing a cat
poorly and obviously is (as you may or may not soon learn) inexcusable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;Regards,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Iskoola Pota&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;The Gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/6601012284284281308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/how-gentleman-murders-pet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/6601012284284281308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/6601012284284281308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/how-gentleman-murders-pet.html' title='How a Gentleman Murders a Pet'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983117019650899879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf57G-XufM0jfF8bODMluYzvQwdEpRVnOWxD9ylHq6WzCVgzIYIhIRAPOs8yq-IX3XGX0fdDDiPNtZTZvm0jr7zUIi3qQ01z-cPGhKUbFkHo54gyc0jawdHg6WMCEZEc/s220/DSC00258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlmCaBIjJdFPbqT0wKo-5qCrKiaw75uTq6cqa9BBzq5y7Da5uZKOzL7y_sRVcvahcpkkQ2Ck58hiSz3xX1QK975cLc5Kw1VTNeEuwpwwE4MxIqVqQxRE_9eG2OIhTcIHiZg7dxw21qHVI/s72-c/catmurder+g3nt.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-1741652577370645169</id><published>2012-05-16T12:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-16T12:27:23.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in flagrante delicto with himself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwaooEoIK8gT0O1yqqUYOtVbG7CVF5x7F4YnH0mg0Tyz0pVeRmrNjwkDDopeAJqk8aiZoC_EQ8fujtFV7FTvWjZ36o7moZPUcKo2fZConrSu8H_szffPDL-pJViNGvrfvGiXea7mBC0aRA/s1600/g3nt+-+walked+in+on.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;207&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwaooEoIK8gT0O1yqqUYOtVbG7CVF5x7F4YnH0mg0Tyz0pVeRmrNjwkDDopeAJqk8aiZoC_EQ8fujtFV7FTvWjZ36o7moZPUcKo2fZConrSu8H_szffPDL-pJViNGvrfvGiXea7mBC0aRA/s320/g3nt+-+walked+in+on.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;
How does a gentleman respond when he is caught in flagrante delicto with himself?&lt;br /&gt;
Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;
Onanistic in Oregon&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Onanistic,&lt;br /&gt;
You gotta own it.&amp;nbsp;Creeps and perverts are shy introverts who run from any confrontation with their desires. Gentlemen occasionally wank it. No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Certainly it is best to plan ahead so you don&#39;t get caught at say work, or your parents&#39; bedroom or somewhere a child might find you. But, otherwise, be a man: admit you do it. And, if appropriate, ask whoever caught you to help you finish.&lt;br /&gt;
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Climaxingly,&lt;br /&gt;
The Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZeCjAFrHdfs4YbyGcJXMywIzFICSuj-YOKRMK-NZTxL4Zv_E0aRvvP5ryyQWlXVjSt9a17NcV57kYfpkiUK_z-zTUaEi2GSntE84M9Dklfu2DuN-5wYo1s8QEoCAdYXhSAtA7VsCrplN/s1600/g3nt+-+get+a+life+accepting+cash+gifts+chris+elliott.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZeCjAFrHdfs4YbyGcJXMywIzFICSuj-YOKRMK-NZTxL4Zv_E0aRvvP5ryyQWlXVjSt9a17NcV57kYfpkiUK_z-zTUaEi2GSntE84M9Dklfu2DuN-5wYo1s8QEoCAdYXhSAtA7VsCrplN/s1600/g3nt+-+get+a+life+accepting+cash+gifts+chris+elliott.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently spent the weekend with my mother-in-law and despite the fact that I have good job and support our family with 3 kids she gave us gas money. I own my own home and drive a new SUV. My wife gladly just sticks the money in her pocket and waves good bye. It makes me feel like a spare changer.&lt;br /&gt;
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How can I turn down gifts of cash from my mother-in-law?&lt;br /&gt;
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Spent, Kansas City, MO&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Mr. Spent,&lt;br /&gt;
There are gifts in the world that you have to accept and their are gifts you can refuse. Unfortunately it is your relationship to the giver of the gift and not the gift itself that determines what is proper manners.&lt;br /&gt;
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Money gifts often cause undue tribulation. Some people like to give gifts, would you rather have a gift card or, God forbid, an actual gift of a sweater or candle or something? If you were asking what to give to your son-in-law I would suggest cash is a fine gift.&lt;br /&gt;
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But you aren&#39;t. And you have some issue with looking like a real adult, so if you must turn down the cash gift, you can.&amp;nbsp;You just have to be upfront and clear. You can even take preventative action and declare that you will no longer be accepting cash gifts. However, whenever you take something away from an in-law/grandparent you need to give them another way to express their love. Tell them that of course they can put money into the kids&#39; college fund.&lt;br /&gt;
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You can&#39;t turn down a gift for your kids, no matter what it is.&lt;br /&gt;
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As far as your wife putting the money quickly in her pocket, that sounds like a whole different problem. You should write back in with that one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cash Gifts Accepted,&lt;br /&gt;
The Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/148445940200165597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/dear-gentlemen-i-recently-spent-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/148445940200165597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/148445940200165597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/dear-gentlemen-i-recently-spent-weekend.html' title='How Do I Turn Down Cash Gifts from In-Laws?'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913581816570347979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTpia-EOOZpIokiAqTh2mwYS6KVhGK_1OsrrRwI5NtAwIDKaDfd6khTxNL1Jot8iInqTtaZdQ-micLoVJmbapfUBgMwUJKnjEJBMfmmbWgTWgeHUacohX0JG-pA24BU/s220/Photo+151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPZeCjAFrHdfs4YbyGcJXMywIzFICSuj-YOKRMK-NZTxL4Zv_E0aRvvP5ryyQWlXVjSt9a17NcV57kYfpkiUK_z-zTUaEi2GSntE84M9Dklfu2DuN-5wYo1s8QEoCAdYXhSAtA7VsCrplN/s72-c/g3nt+-+get+a+life+accepting+cash+gifts+chris+elliott.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-8582677299594636107</id><published>2012-05-11T11:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-11T11:43:20.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Mothers&#39; Day Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphov3rD0v6cq1MZfhJOnUsU03pcG-xax_nOG0Gm5FPM6NZgdNv646K2-KcuMd_MkjUmGZg-lCPmUYpEwilr3yqW-arLY_1HtS_UkrC6pqie9mThxo9-8rUd1AzhcjblwArEL7AUOAzEE/s1600/mothrsday+g3nt.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphov3rD0v6cq1MZfhJOnUsU03pcG-xax_nOG0Gm5FPM6NZgdNv646K2-KcuMd_MkjUmGZg-lCPmUYpEwilr3yqW-arLY_1HtS_UkrC6pqie9mThxo9-8rUd1AzhcjblwArEL7AUOAzEE/s1600/mothrsday+g3nt.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Gentlemen,&lt;/div&gt;
Should I get the mother of my children or my own mother
the more valuable/&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/03/when-flowers-wont-do.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;nicer gift&lt;/a&gt; for Mothers&#39; Day?&lt;br /&gt;
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Humbled by Holidays&lt;br /&gt;


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Dear Humbled,&lt;br /&gt;
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The mother of your children. First, you probably live
with her. Second, it’s a newer, more exciting thing for her. Third, she’s more likely
to be in the heavy lifting part of motherhood, and thus deserving of the better
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/04/many-mysteries-of-gift-giving.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;present&lt;/a&gt;. Fourth, any mother worth her salt will know that the love, decency and
consideration you show your wife or girlfriend is a direct reflection of how
well she raised you.&lt;/div&gt;
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That said, try to keep yourself out of a situation where your
wife and your mother will be comparing gifts.&lt;/div&gt;
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Best,&lt;/div&gt;
The Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/8582677299594636107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/giving-mothers-day-gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/8582677299594636107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/8582677299594636107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/giving-mothers-day-gifts.html' title='Giving Mothers&#39; Day Gifts'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983117019650899879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf57G-XufM0jfF8bODMluYzvQwdEpRVnOWxD9ylHq6WzCVgzIYIhIRAPOs8yq-IX3XGX0fdDDiPNtZTZvm0jr7zUIi3qQ01z-cPGhKUbFkHo54gyc0jawdHg6WMCEZEc/s220/DSC00258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphov3rD0v6cq1MZfhJOnUsU03pcG-xax_nOG0Gm5FPM6NZgdNv646K2-KcuMd_MkjUmGZg-lCPmUYpEwilr3yqW-arLY_1HtS_UkrC6pqie9mThxo9-8rUd1AzhcjblwArEL7AUOAzEE/s72-c/mothrsday+g3nt.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-5730443406123018427</id><published>2012-05-10T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-10T11:51:42.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Friends Should Hang Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugXFuTRo9uE6XiFt3cQ7LL8FylLqelzRsiwDTa7l66Xk7GtmtgtUrnq7kK-2CCLWKY0ynSulkiU-bH0iiCGIZbU7uYRKQ44Si24AfRHcxpCWY-T4ohRUQDw8gVyWvw2qbxYBqkb4Yu5Y/s1600/bar+g3nt.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugXFuTRo9uE6XiFt3cQ7LL8FylLqelzRsiwDTa7l66Xk7GtmtgtUrnq7kK-2CCLWKY0ynSulkiU-bH0iiCGIZbU7uYRKQ44Si24AfRHcxpCWY-T4ohRUQDw8gVyWvw2qbxYBqkb4Yu5Y/s1600/bar+g3nt.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;
I have a friend I hang out with about once a week. He lives in a trendy part of
town full of boutiques, restaurants, and nightclubs. I live 2.4 miles away in a
quiet neighborhood known for its trees. My friend and I are at least ten years
past the core demographic of his neighborhood, and when we hang out there, we
are either listening to records at his house or chatting in the one bar we
like. But despite not really using his neighborhood for anything that makes it
a globally recognized epicenter of youth culture, somehow we&#39;re always&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;there,
and never at my place in my neighborhood. Our hangouts are geographically
lopsided. It&#39;s not like it&#39;s easier for me to get to his than vice versa: the
hassle is same either way, and since we&#39;re only 2.4 miles apart, it&#39;s not even
that big a hassle (you could walk it in 45 minutes. The bus takes 20. Car
service, 10). Yet, for reasons that seem more psychological than logistical,
I&#39;m at his house every week and he&#39;s at mine maybe twice a year. &lt;br /&gt;
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Should hangouts between close pals be an even split of locale? How do I bring
it up without seeming like a needy wuss? 
Many thanks for the guidance. &lt;br /&gt;
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Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;
Mike W. Queens, NY&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Mike,&lt;/div&gt;
Odds are that your friend has also noticed the discrepancy.
He probably figures that you just like to get out of your neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;
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But a gentleman doesn’t make an issue out of something unless he absolutely
must. &lt;br /&gt;
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There isn’t much to discuss here. Rather, the next time
you’re making plans, simply suggest that he meet you at yours. Have a plan to
grill steaks or try a local bar. Something. Don’t make it about the dynamic if it’s
really just a matter of habit. &lt;br /&gt;
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If he resists the idea and tries to move things back to
his area, then say you’re not in the mood for the hipster noise of the locale. Keep
insisting and only make the nature of your friendship the issue if he does. &lt;/div&gt;
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Directedly,&lt;/div&gt;
The Gentlemen</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/5730443406123018427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/where-friends-should-hang-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/5730443406123018427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/5730443406123018427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/where-friends-should-hang-out.html' title='Where Friends Should Hang Out'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983117019650899879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf57G-XufM0jfF8bODMluYzvQwdEpRVnOWxD9ylHq6WzCVgzIYIhIRAPOs8yq-IX3XGX0fdDDiPNtZTZvm0jr7zUIi3qQ01z-cPGhKUbFkHo54gyc0jawdHg6WMCEZEc/s220/DSC00258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugXFuTRo9uE6XiFt3cQ7LL8FylLqelzRsiwDTa7l66Xk7GtmtgtUrnq7kK-2CCLWKY0ynSulkiU-bH0iiCGIZbU7uYRKQ44Si24AfRHcxpCWY-T4ohRUQDw8gVyWvw2qbxYBqkb4Yu5Y/s72-c/bar+g3nt.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-7429557759479713315</id><published>2012-05-09T11:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-09T11:10:05.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Give Other Drivers the Finger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;
What really bugs me about other drivers is when they get angry. They honk or speed up and cut me off because they have some idea that I was being a jerk. Who knows. But I end up on the receiving end of some driving anger.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is in inappropriate or ungentlemanly to give these guys the finger? I even want to give the finger to people I see who stop traffic to yell at other people. I know everyone thinks they are the only good and sane driver, but I just really want to tell some drivers they are assholes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;
Itchy Finger, Easton, PA&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Mr. Finger,&lt;br /&gt;
A gentleman does not participate in road rage. It is a waste of energy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, you have touched on a grey area. You don&#39;t care about how a person drives, but how they react to the conditions on the road. Obviously you are hoping to carve out a space where you can both have the moral high ground &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;give someone the finger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Generally, the rule must stand that a gentleman does not involve himself in road rage. But if you must give someone the finger, at least do it with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pointedly,&lt;br /&gt;
The Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/7429557759479713315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/can-i-give-other-drivers-finger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/7429557759479713315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/7429557759479713315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/can-i-give-other-drivers-finger.html' title='Can I Give Other Drivers the Finger?'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913581816570347979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTpia-EOOZpIokiAqTh2mwYS6KVhGK_1OsrrRwI5NtAwIDKaDfd6khTxNL1Jot8iInqTtaZdQ-micLoVJmbapfUBgMwUJKnjEJBMfmmbWgTWgeHUacohX0JG-pA24BU/s220/Photo+151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUoOgH23Q4PsHaQapT9lCWG3RnZ7eknC8WaE5KxSYF-E8KVqv0YJzIluO7UMcf8DGfW36R8-RgSZpKRC_ZLjCysBcTETZKDg3slQvixrl1WRm4noIpFIQsp5mpM-9O5aUEXjOAVKjyzgO/s72-c/g3nt+-+giving+the+finger.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-3225296486396139943</id><published>2012-05-08T12:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-08T12:12:53.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Marriage is Not Excusing a Fart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;
I am married with 2 small children. I have lived with my wife for 10 years. She has suddenly got it in her head that I need to say &quot;excuse me&quot; every time I pass gas. Do I have to do this?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Breaking Wind, Grand Rapids&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dear Mr. Wind,&lt;br /&gt;
Being married means living at close quarters. And the difference between close quarters being a cozy, enjoyable experience and being pure hell often comes down to common courtesy. Your wife is a lady and should be treated as such. Saying &quot;excuse me&quot; is no great abrogation of your patriarchal prerogatives. It costs you little, and will ultimately gain you much. Hell, go the extra yard and excuse yourself after belches too. She&#39;ll appreciate the consideration.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Politely,&lt;br /&gt;
The Gentlemen</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/3225296486396139943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/dear-gentlemen-i-am-married-with-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/3225296486396139943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/3225296486396139943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/dear-gentlemen-i-am-married-with-2.html' title='Part of Marriage is Not Excusing a Fart?'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913581816570347979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTpia-EOOZpIokiAqTh2mwYS6KVhGK_1OsrrRwI5NtAwIDKaDfd6khTxNL1Jot8iInqTtaZdQ-micLoVJmbapfUBgMwUJKnjEJBMfmmbWgTWgeHUacohX0JG-pA24BU/s220/Photo+151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7oqwY_j3WvaLtvofIFuXFt2fNb-GwrlSglIXv13CtGMZixydOszKkuLO42RIyCad99UeUlLghpYewuZEwlOfGw6sCYUB0c2pxbb4PAvL0RUEaeV5kQrCfYtVEvwR_1Q6VqU4iTXdmE4sH/s72-c/g3nt+fart+dumb+and+dumber.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-1490052133233044844</id><published>2012-05-03T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-03T15:37:57.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do These Awesome Muscles Make Me Look Gay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;
I live in the midwest where not all 30-year-old single men work out at a gym. I go to the gym right around the corner from my house. It is very convenient and I want to continue to use this gym. For awhile now, and this morning in particular, there is a group of gay men in the locker room that are seriously checking me out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think it is inappropriate. I don&#39;t like it. But I sort of feel like it is my fault, and that maybe I just think they are checking me out. Straight men have a strict code about looking at other men: You don&#39;t do it. Is it wrong that I think gay men should adhere to the same standard?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also, I know I could go to a different gym, but in the midwest there is a good chance I would run into the same problem. And I don&#39;t think I should be the one that should have to change my behavior. If I was a woman and a group of guys was checking me out, I would complain to the manager, but as a man that seems a little weak and ungentlemanly. Complaining in general seems ungentlemanly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should I say something? Whom should I say it to? Should I just go to a new gym?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;
Leered At in MO&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Leered At,&lt;br /&gt;
It is an unfortunate circumstance when the most difficult corse of action is in fact the easiest thing to do. If you think some dude in your locker room is checking out your stuff in a lewd and prurient manner, you can tell him you don&#39;t appreciate the stare and would prefer a bit of privacy while you towel off and dress.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That said, it does not mean you won&#39;t be yelled at for being a homophobe, a bigot or bastard. And maybe you kind of are, I mean, would you care if a strange girl was lusting after your stuff? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But a gentleman is honest and straightforward. Don&#39;t overplay your hand, admit you have no idea what he is looking at or what is on his mind, but that regardless, your life would be a little bit better if he stopped staring at you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The less you say about the whole thing the less can be thrown back at you. And of course, if you have a really great body, people are probably going to stare. That&#39;s just the cost of being beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Out the Corner of Our Eye,&lt;br /&gt;
The Gentlemen</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/1490052133233044844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/do-these-awesome-muscles-make-me-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/1490052133233044844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/1490052133233044844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/do-these-awesome-muscles-make-me-look.html' title='Do These Awesome Muscles Make Me Look Gay?'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913581816570347979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTpia-EOOZpIokiAqTh2mwYS6KVhGK_1OsrrRwI5NtAwIDKaDfd6khTxNL1Jot8iInqTtaZdQ-micLoVJmbapfUBgMwUJKnjEJBMfmmbWgTWgeHUacohX0JG-pA24BU/s220/Photo+151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9hIJGCw9N5BZj7y8ljCy8nbZEzid-7b8WESPj_V2U9smqybtNFviFcZeD4bjr-QHS6Il1Ak69stcjnPfj4WUOZM_q82B0Xflyb5YzroB-CtJFqFx0QJlfrUkRHhI6vdu4ypZS4VPbuxbV/s72-c/g3nt+-+guys+love+to+look+at+me.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-3169646816646365254</id><published>2012-05-02T10:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-02T12:31:36.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Say Hello to a Pornstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbXAespwIPkmOZglv0eF4x9LpOlnZzoTC_Tx2kSCoBQzakOa68nhz7pDJuUN1VQGpcWcfkaZxX3jmwYBU1-ASPPZhLH1Qu5ofjDkt59WDa9xebdVuf4henD2MQg_CBfGP6RqnOYqYfLOZ/s1600/g3nt+-+sasha+grey.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbXAespwIPkmOZglv0eF4x9LpOlnZzoTC_Tx2kSCoBQzakOa68nhz7pDJuUN1VQGpcWcfkaZxX3jmwYBU1-ASPPZhLH1Qu5ofjDkt59WDa9xebdVuf4henD2MQg_CBfGP6RqnOYqYfLOZ/s320/g3nt+-+sasha+grey.jpg&quot; width=&quot;208&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;
I recently found myself on a twelve-hour flight to the Middle East (I&#39;m an international human rights lawyer) sitting next to a pornstar who I instantly recognized. She&#39;s famous for doing some unusually dirty things. And I am, in my own way, a fan. Or rather, I was.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What would have been the right way to introduce myself? Should I have mentioned that I recognized her, or feigned ignorance?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hindsight May Help,&lt;br /&gt;
Dirty Thoughts in DC&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Dear Hindsight,&lt;br /&gt;
Introducing yourself to the people sitting next to you on a plane is always a delicate affair. Speaking with a celebrity sitting next to you on a plane, tougher still. Meeting an attractive female celebrity sitting next to you on a plane can cause even the coolest gent to stumble. But saying hello to a beautiful, famous woman who just happens to be sitting next to you for 12 hours, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; whom you have witnessed on the internet receiving a dirty sanchez, well that could cause a gentleman to ask for a new seat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But don&#39;t fear, pornstars, like celebrities, are &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/04/celebrities-are-not-better-than-you.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;not better than you&lt;/a&gt;. Whenever you meet the person next to you on a plane you assume they do not want to talk to you. You begin with brief eye contact and a head nod. If that goes passably well you say hello. If the person next to you feels like talking then feel free to move onto the regular niceties.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do not bring up that you have seen the person engage in graphic sexual acts. If they bring it up, simply acknowledge it with a head nod - the same way you would respond to Katy Perry telling you she was a singer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, if you fear that you are about to fall in love with a woman that has had unprotected sex with thousands of different men and women, you may just want to say &quot;pornstar&quot; out loud to make sure that you want to go through with it. If you still want to go through with it, try saying &quot;double penetration.&quot; If that doesn&#39;t get it out of your system, think of your new relationship as saving a rich woman from the sex trade, and never ever make one of those videos where the husband watches.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Prudishly,&lt;br /&gt;
The Gentlemen</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/3169646816646365254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/how-to-say-hello-to-pornstar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/3169646816646365254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/3169646816646365254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/how-to-say-hello-to-pornstar.html' title='How to Say Hello to a Pornstar'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913581816570347979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTpia-EOOZpIokiAqTh2mwYS6KVhGK_1OsrrRwI5NtAwIDKaDfd6khTxNL1Jot8iInqTtaZdQ-micLoVJmbapfUBgMwUJKnjEJBMfmmbWgTWgeHUacohX0JG-pA24BU/s220/Photo+151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbXAespwIPkmOZglv0eF4x9LpOlnZzoTC_Tx2kSCoBQzakOa68nhz7pDJuUN1VQGpcWcfkaZxX3jmwYBU1-ASPPZhLH1Qu5ofjDkt59WDa9xebdVuf4henD2MQg_CBfGP6RqnOYqYfLOZ/s72-c/g3nt+-+sasha+grey.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-3118685369119565151</id><published>2012-05-01T14:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-01T14:25:28.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stoner You Kind of Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyfvmt3KQ3uoVhToB4u93j3ZnqTmum4s9bSKJvmmLN0tfinLZ4bta0FY64uuX-4Lvf_r5-nTo2ew3DaKg0Thp141tMjD0FxbLfonX5XYNYQpk5VTSawmKCDPfPX9rFzFc4orR06uWoek8/s1600/coolinhs-g3nt.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;237&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyfvmt3KQ3uoVhToB4u93j3ZnqTmum4s9bSKJvmmLN0tfinLZ4bta0FY64uuX-4Lvf_r5-nTo2ew3DaKg0Thp141tMjD0FxbLfonX5XYNYQpk5VTSawmKCDPfPX9rFzFc4orR06uWoek8/s320/coolinhs-g3nt.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;


I recently attended my 10 year high school reunion and
ran into a guy that I was not close friends with back in the day, but whom I
liked and drank with on a few occasions. He knew I hung out with people who
enjoyed their drugs, but we never did any drugs together. We both now have
regular jobs and are married.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, this guy asked me if &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/04/is-that-fb-picture-of-pot-pipe-cool.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;I had any stuff or knew whereto get any&lt;/a&gt;, which of course I did and I did. How is a gentleman to respond?&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;
Puzzled in Paducah&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
Dear Puzzled,&lt;/div&gt;
While there&#39;s nothing wrong with starting a new
friendship over an illicit substance, a gentleman should occasionally ask
himself the following question: Am I getting too old for this kind of thing?&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
The risk-reward scenario, while likely a non-factor in
one’s youth, bears watching ten years out of high school. Here’s &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/03/we-should-hang-out-some-time.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;a guy you don’t really know&lt;/a&gt;, whose situation you’re only somewhat familiar with, asking you to
produce something illegal. Now, 99% of the time, this situation is totally
fine. But is it worth it for the 1% of times that it’s not? &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
Maybe the night is young, you&#39;re still a cool dude&amp;nbsp;and the torpedoes be damned
because life is short. Or maybe you can just wait to get high with people you
know and trust.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Regards,&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;The Gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/3118685369119565151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/stoner-you-kind-of-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/3118685369119565151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/3118685369119565151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/stoner-you-kind-of-know.html' title='The Stoner You Kind of Know'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983117019650899879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf57G-XufM0jfF8bODMluYzvQwdEpRVnOWxD9ylHq6WzCVgzIYIhIRAPOs8yq-IX3XGX0fdDDiPNtZTZvm0jr7zUIi3qQ01z-cPGhKUbFkHo54gyc0jawdHg6WMCEZEc/s220/DSC00258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyfvmt3KQ3uoVhToB4u93j3ZnqTmum4s9bSKJvmmLN0tfinLZ4bta0FY64uuX-4Lvf_r5-nTo2ew3DaKg0Thp141tMjD0FxbLfonX5XYNYQpk5VTSawmKCDPfPX9rFzFc4orR06uWoek8/s72-c/coolinhs-g3nt.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-8703122996606837583</id><published>2012-05-01T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-01T00:21:06.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News from G3nt</title><content type='html'>G3nt will be scaling back its five-posts-per-week
schedule over the next month while it prepares two new features.&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;#1: “A Gentleman Answers
Women’s Questions” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Like most gentlemen before us, we at G3nt must occasionally
give in to the vociferous and persistent demands of women. So we will begin
taking questions from women. The new, regular “A Gentleman Answers Women’s
Questions” feature will become a regular staple, and we hope that it helps
alleviate the misunderstandings that often plague the interactions between men
and women. &lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
Women may post their questions anonymously on the site,
or simply send them to g3ntadvice@gmail.com.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;#2: “What a
Gentleman May Wish to Purchase”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Based on the many questions we get about what a gentleman
should buy, we will begin doing product reviews. So if you have any questions
about what soap to wash with or what whiskey to drink, or anything along those
lines, please post them anonymously on the site, or simply send them to
g3ntadvice@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
The answers will appear in a regular “What a Gentleman May
Wish to Purchase” section. The questions can be as general or s specific as you
please and we will answer them once and for all. And if any of you work for a
company that produces products that gentlemen may wish to purchase, we cannot
guarantee that free samples won’t result in an favorable unspoken bias toward
your product. &lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/8703122996606837583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/exciting-news-from-g3nt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/8703122996606837583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/8703122996606837583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/05/exciting-news-from-g3nt.html' title='Exciting News from G3nt'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983117019650899879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf57G-XufM0jfF8bODMluYzvQwdEpRVnOWxD9ylHq6WzCVgzIYIhIRAPOs8yq-IX3XGX0fdDDiPNtZTZvm0jr7zUIi3qQ01z-cPGhKUbFkHo54gyc0jawdHg6WMCEZEc/s220/DSC00258.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-5868696790992280002</id><published>2012-04-27T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-27T11:26:26.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower Thank You Card?</title><content type='html'>Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_Rx2Lq8t55IAqr5TSE9MtYF_Sy0OhD6FkAOtopWd67rz3qSjLqFEqBg1E5W9BfNygB4FHudFdGOty3GaAUWaLSJX3B7dqH4IgTqTdvQr2VC5BgFiPyIC2yHUhx3pD80mBGtiIGXSS3xX/s1600/Picture+1.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;204&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_Rx2Lq8t55IAqr5TSE9MtYF_Sy0OhD6FkAOtopWd67rz3qSjLqFEqBg1E5W9BfNygB4FHudFdGOty3GaAUWaLSJX3B7dqH4IgTqTdvQr2VC5BgFiPyIC2yHUhx3pD80mBGtiIGXSS3xX/s320/Picture+1.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
My buddy is having a baby and in some sort of annoying new twist on an old tradition I was invited to a baby shower. It was a great party hosted by his aunt, whom I know and like. Great food, lots to drink, I even bought the coming bundle of joy a small stuffed bird.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, fine, I don&#39;t love that men go to baby showers, but whatever. Now my girlfriend says I have to send the Aunt a thank you card? Is this as crazy and unnecessary as I believe it to be?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gratuitously,&lt;br /&gt;
Marcos, KC&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dear Marcos,&lt;br /&gt;
Yes it is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gentlemen don&#39;t send thank you cards for attending baby showers. Gentlemen do not even have to attend baby showers. In fact, we need to stand together on this new trend. We might go, but don&#39;t have to. We might take a gift, but we will not coo over them when they are opened. We might eat tiny crustless sandwiches, but we will not feel bad about eating all of them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We will thank the host when we leave, but we will not send thank you cards.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Politely,&lt;br /&gt;
The Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/5868696790992280002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/baby-shower-thank-you-card.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/5868696790992280002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/5868696790992280002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/baby-shower-thank-you-card.html' title='Baby Shower Thank You Card?'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913581816570347979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTpia-EOOZpIokiAqTh2mwYS6KVhGK_1OsrrRwI5NtAwIDKaDfd6khTxNL1Jot8iInqTtaZdQ-micLoVJmbapfUBgMwUJKnjEJBMfmmbWgTWgeHUacohX0JG-pA24BU/s220/Photo+151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_Rx2Lq8t55IAqr5TSE9MtYF_Sy0OhD6FkAOtopWd67rz3qSjLqFEqBg1E5W9BfNygB4FHudFdGOty3GaAUWaLSJX3B7dqH4IgTqTdvQr2VC5BgFiPyIC2yHUhx3pD80mBGtiIGXSS3xX/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-3316494407538083595</id><published>2012-04-26T11:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-26T11:25:38.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Friend Lost to Mental Illness</title><content type='html'>Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU1snhcYwDavdd1aoA8Y0M6zYCS7rLFnExczBvxVHwB4Fh2CI34qrUYqMGNPOtUYnwx1-x-BJrqZV0D59ssDcgYwkYfhx54zE-K_DC96OWJhel0gW30vHl50vkrD1uwMal7Ln_3Y87nss/s1600/mental+g3nt.bmp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU1snhcYwDavdd1aoA8Y0M6zYCS7rLFnExczBvxVHwB4Fh2CI34qrUYqMGNPOtUYnwx1-x-BJrqZV0D59ssDcgYwkYfhx54zE-K_DC96OWJhel0gW30vHl50vkrD1uwMal7Ln_3Y87nss/s320/mental+g3nt.bmp&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have an old college friend who became severely schizophrenic several years
ago. I haven&#39;t seen him in over a decade, but we have kept up a lively
correspondence, first through the mail and now through email. I like this guy,
we had some good times back in the day, but I must admit with some shame that I
also encourage the relationship because I get a kick out of the crazy things he
writes to me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His life is full of paranoid delusions about covens of witches, cabals of ad
executives, and computers with ESP. Now, however, he has begun to send me
&quot;articles&quot; he has written that he wants me to pass onto my editors (I
am a freelance journalist). They are as crazy as he is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sending them to my business contacts would tarnish those professional
relationships, to say the least. So I don&#39;t forward them, but I tell my friend
that I do. Am I doing wrong by misleading my already deluded buddy? Should I be
more straightforward and just tell him to simmer down and take his medication
regularly?&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;
Regards,&lt;br /&gt;


Psycho in San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Dear Psycho,&lt;br /&gt;


Losing a friend to mental illness is a sad and confusing thing. On the one
hand, you know that you can’t blame the friend, but on the other hand, you can’t
condone their behavior, and on the other hand, you’re angry with your friend for
not joining you on the difficult and sometimes exhilarating journey into adult life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
See, that’s already three hands. It’s confusing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you still want to be his friend, that means remaining honest. The thing
that about people with mental illness that is often most painful is how
aware they are of their disease and all it keeps them from. So don’t treat his mental
illness like the elephant in the living room. Tell him that he may have some
good points in the pieces he’s writing, but his craziness is ruining them, and keeping
you from passing them to your editors.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Send him copies of the periodicals he wants to submit to, and ask him to write
something more along those lines. Coach him through a few drafts for tone,
style and journalistic rigor. It’ll be a chance to reconnect with an old friend,
and may even be of some help to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Crazy people are exactly like sane people in that they’re crazier when they have
nothing to do and nothing to shoot for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Best,&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;The Gentlemen &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/3316494407538083595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/old-friend-lost-to-mental-illness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/3316494407538083595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/3316494407538083595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/old-friend-lost-to-mental-illness.html' title='The Old Friend Lost to Mental Illness'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983117019650899879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf57G-XufM0jfF8bODMluYzvQwdEpRVnOWxD9ylHq6WzCVgzIYIhIRAPOs8yq-IX3XGX0fdDDiPNtZTZvm0jr7zUIi3qQ01z-cPGhKUbFkHo54gyc0jawdHg6WMCEZEc/s220/DSC00258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU1snhcYwDavdd1aoA8Y0M6zYCS7rLFnExczBvxVHwB4Fh2CI34qrUYqMGNPOtUYnwx1-x-BJrqZV0D59ssDcgYwkYfhx54zE-K_DC96OWJhel0gW30vHl50vkrD1uwMal7Ln_3Y87nss/s72-c/mental+g3nt.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-3328067192662856085</id><published>2012-04-24T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-25T12:11:43.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Mysteries of Gift Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUu_hulP-Rrpa1wDYQKjtmFvIJmancy_ZlWlxdhZH48C94jCWU8UcFej0QygQsmiRQncgqGEBafedb2uOb_7azr3QFUQPEIS7Fi-orOOqBqCKzqBhQV3qMNI8ZiKqKeqdei_DjORqQL8w/s1600/g3nt+-+wedding+day+gift+love.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;232&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUu_hulP-Rrpa1wDYQKjtmFvIJmancy_ZlWlxdhZH48C94jCWU8UcFej0QygQsmiRQncgqGEBafedb2uOb_7azr3QFUQPEIS7Fi-orOOqBqCKzqBhQV3qMNI8ZiKqKeqdei_DjORqQL8w/s320/g3nt+-+wedding+day+gift+love.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;
In the modern age of wedding planning and budgeting hell, is a gentleman
still expected to provide his bride with a wedding day &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/02/is-wine-good-dinner-party-gift.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;gift&lt;/a&gt;? After spending
tens of thousands between the ring, wedding expenses, flights, and so on. I
don&#39;t know if the bride is still expecting us to overload our credit cards with
one more expensive item.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Regards,&lt;br /&gt;
Wedding Day Worries, WI&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dear Mr. Worries,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wedding &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;gift&lt;/i&gt;? No. You&#39;re marrying her. That&#39;s plenty. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was easy. Now you&#39;re just on the hook for her birthday, your anniversary, Valentines
Day, probably at least a fancy dinner on the anniversary of the day you met her, and
your winter holiday of choice every year, presumably, for the rest of your
life. And unlike gifts you might pick up for everyone else you know, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/03/when-flowers-wont-do.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;you need to be thoughtful&lt;/a&gt;
about those gifts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you’re fine on the wedding gift. Save your energy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Regards,&lt;br /&gt;
The Gentlemen</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/3328067192662856085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/many-mysteries-of-gift-giving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/3328067192662856085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/3328067192662856085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/many-mysteries-of-gift-giving.html' title='The Many Mysteries of Gift Giving'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913581816570347979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTpia-EOOZpIokiAqTh2mwYS6KVhGK_1OsrrRwI5NtAwIDKaDfd6khTxNL1Jot8iInqTtaZdQ-micLoVJmbapfUBgMwUJKnjEJBMfmmbWgTWgeHUacohX0JG-pA24BU/s220/Photo+151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUu_hulP-Rrpa1wDYQKjtmFvIJmancy_ZlWlxdhZH48C94jCWU8UcFej0QygQsmiRQncgqGEBafedb2uOb_7azr3QFUQPEIS7Fi-orOOqBqCKzqBhQV3qMNI8ZiKqKeqdei_DjORqQL8w/s72-c/g3nt+-+wedding+day+gift+love.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-1052334375698252182</id><published>2012-04-24T10:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-25T12:13:28.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Golf Carts with Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m just coming off a round o&#39; golf and cursing the fact there is not a G3nt hotline (or is there..?) for instant advice on a particular predicament I was facing in my foursome. Our foursome was three of us friends and a random solo golfer we had been paired up with by the course. We had paid for carts and he was walking with his wheeled bag and obviously we had one space in the cart left... Should we have offered a spot in the cart or left him to his healthier regime? In hindsight I think we should have, but then again is it the gentlemanly thing to do to invite him to break course rules?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Course Conundrum in Colorado&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dear Conundrum,&lt;br /&gt;
There is a reason Gentlemen are straightforward and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/02/ladies-in-mancave.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;honest&lt;/a&gt;, the alternative annoys everyone. You&#39;re wondering if this dude wants a ride; he&#39;s wondering if he should tell you he wants to walk; everyone is spending time thinking about a problem that isn&#39;t even a problem. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That is why right off the bat you start with the question, &quot;How are we going to do this? Are you walking or getting in?&quot; It relieves the tension of the situation and let&#39;s everyone get on to the business of ruining a nice walk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now as far as golf course rules go, they are subsidiary to the rules of etiquette. It is one of the great things about golf. All the rules are essentially designed to create a gentlemanly environment and experience. Don&#39;t stand behind someone when they are putting, hitting - actually, just never stand behind another man. Perfect. If any course official has a problem, trump him with cordiality, and tell him you&#39;d rather not be a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Officiously,&lt;br /&gt;
The Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/1052334375698252182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/sharing-golf-carts-with-strangers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/1052334375698252182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/1052334375698252182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/sharing-golf-carts-with-strangers.html' title='Sharing Golf Carts with Strangers'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913581816570347979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTpia-EOOZpIokiAqTh2mwYS6KVhGK_1OsrrRwI5NtAwIDKaDfd6khTxNL1Jot8iInqTtaZdQ-micLoVJmbapfUBgMwUJKnjEJBMfmmbWgTWgeHUacohX0JG-pA24BU/s220/Photo+151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOubjGcURfQ3sbS5oe_WL7RSMhEFVonfxyWXkcrJRXm5lYMM-3wRlKuPFYANIf39mQtSavUmAf7WbT85wUSa5KNyi0v3MBzQWtcU4_I9vuZuhDD3ZaxV9yBd-szFTE3FD6PyHloCElWhfb/s72-c/g3nt+-+golf+course+etiquette+sharing+a+golfcart.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-8618480075428113659</id><published>2012-04-23T12:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-23T12:21:35.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gentleman Who Is Sent Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-XzfWFJQbT_6FXx0uD962f7BFxxjAjBnItAIhyIsJDEuUXb6pGkwNLjwJ0MsA4kEk-2bnwUcP-IUdri8woTQl7weaaIaxiCm80wZrkBuxfvSujc3F9n5PqlNjIQFay5prsUTPfnlaHk/s1600/shopping+g3nt.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;195&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-XzfWFJQbT_6FXx0uD962f7BFxxjAjBnItAIhyIsJDEuUXb6pGkwNLjwJ0MsA4kEk-2bnwUcP-IUdri8woTQl7weaaIaxiCm80wZrkBuxfvSujc3F9n5PqlNjIQFay5prsUTPfnlaHk/s320/shopping+g3nt.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Gentlemen,&lt;/div&gt;
I was recently sent to the store for cognac. I have never
tasted cognac, nor did I know what cognac looked like, smelled like, tasted
like. The liquor store had a dozen varieties, priced accordingly. Do you have
any cognac recommendations? Barring that, or in addition, how should a
gentleman choose a brand when confronted with a new liquor/product to buy? &lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;
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Confused in the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/04/how-to-drink-scotch.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Brown Liquor&lt;/a&gt; Aisle&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Confused,&lt;/div&gt;
When faced with &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.g3nt.com/2012/02/is-wine-good-dinner-party-gift.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;shopping&lt;/a&gt; for an unfamiliar drink like cognac,
port wine, anisette, or a highly fetishized but otherwise indistinguishable food
item like sea salt, balsamic vinegar or olive oil, you need a plan.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first step in a gentleman’s shopping plan is to find
the most and least expensive versions of the item. Remove them from the
equation. Then look at the labels, not what they say, but how they look. The
experience of most liquors and foods relies heavily on how they are framed in
the minds of the tasters. So put yourself in the mind of the person you’re
shopping for, and the kinds of images and design with which they would identify.
The whole process, to this point, should take exactly thirty-five seconds.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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With those thirty-five seconds elapsed, make a sudden and
irrevocable decision and head to the register. A gentleman does not spend all
damn day on this sort of errand.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Decisively,&lt;br /&gt;


The Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/8618480075428113659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/gentleman-who-is-sent-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/8618480075428113659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/8618480075428113659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/gentleman-who-is-sent-shopping.html' title='The Gentleman Who Is Sent Shopping'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983117019650899879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf57G-XufM0jfF8bODMluYzvQwdEpRVnOWxD9ylHq6WzCVgzIYIhIRAPOs8yq-IX3XGX0fdDDiPNtZTZvm0jr7zUIi3qQ01z-cPGhKUbFkHo54gyc0jawdHg6WMCEZEc/s220/DSC00258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-XzfWFJQbT_6FXx0uD962f7BFxxjAjBnItAIhyIsJDEuUXb6pGkwNLjwJ0MsA4kEk-2bnwUcP-IUdri8woTQl7weaaIaxiCm80wZrkBuxfvSujc3F9n5PqlNjIQFay5prsUTPfnlaHk/s72-c/shopping+g3nt.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-1492917710539412752</id><published>2012-04-20T08:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-20T08:03:53.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelling Like a Rose</title><content type='html'>Dear Gentleman,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcNwQNAr-jqMbbRvc0SNJNGnA3m7-e7ZQaUHFvw6Ks-G9OxVNssBY_d5vr2oX7pqbYoTxTLm7vIE_hRejfZGpCMKAEsdDcAwDLVUKuDd_aHYWsVPcdHpPMaeKLnzKF1p1tqb9XzdrLNc/s1600/oldspiceg3nt.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcNwQNAr-jqMbbRvc0SNJNGnA3m7-e7ZQaUHFvw6Ks-G9OxVNssBY_d5vr2oX7pqbYoTxTLm7vIE_hRejfZGpCMKAEsdDcAwDLVUKuDd_aHYWsVPcdHpPMaeKLnzKF1p1tqb9XzdrLNc/s1600/oldspiceg3nt.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girlfriend likes to put weird scented oils on me before
we do it. She is sort of a hippy and so she has candles and other gypsy accoutrement.
Generally speaking, I always have a great time. It just bugs me a little bit
that she gets out the patchouli. I shower regularly, and I don&#39;t think it&#39;s
that I smell bad. I&#39;m not sure what it is. I don&#39;t want to ruin the
relationship or anything, but how can I tell her to give the incense a break?
Should I just go with it? Do college girls grow out of this or can I expect to
one day be the co-owner of a wiccan candle shop?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
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Best,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Bedazzled and Bepatchoulied, Boulder CO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Bedazzled,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
One glance around a department store perfume counter will
affirm that the sense of smell seems to matter more to women. And if her scent
preferences are getting on your nerves, then try moving your amorous locations
to places where she doesn’t have access to her potions and powders. Mixing it
up is a good way to get out of smelling like a Phish concert without putting
the brakes on a good time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;
If you must confront her about the patchouli, as gentlemen,
we recommend you wait until the last possible moment, when the two of you are
at the point of no return in the evening. Then say, something like “enough with
your damn hippie oils, woman,” but in such a way that it sounds like the impatience
of animal lust speaking, rather than a man who doesn’t want to smell like a collectivist
candle shop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
Either way, you’ve asserted yourself, and that’s what a
gentleman does.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;


&lt;br /&gt;
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Smelling of Victory,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
The Gentlemen&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/1492917710539412752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/smelling-like-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/1492917710539412752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/1492917710539412752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/smelling-like-rose.html' title='Smelling Like a Rose'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12983117019650899879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='8' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf57G-XufM0jfF8bODMluYzvQwdEpRVnOWxD9ylHq6WzCVgzIYIhIRAPOs8yq-IX3XGX0fdDDiPNtZTZvm0jr7zUIi3qQ01z-cPGhKUbFkHo54gyc0jawdHg6WMCEZEc/s220/DSC00258.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcNwQNAr-jqMbbRvc0SNJNGnA3m7-e7ZQaUHFvw6Ks-G9OxVNssBY_d5vr2oX7pqbYoTxTLm7vIE_hRejfZGpCMKAEsdDcAwDLVUKuDd_aHYWsVPcdHpPMaeKLnzKF1p1tqb9XzdrLNc/s72-c/oldspiceg3nt.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-3391535570831387187</id><published>2012-04-19T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-19T11:26:07.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Buys Me Things</title><content type='html'>Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrHXHeDpEfbBGgjRCBz5goqKkjpGOCs5Vm0tPi-bITR1-oDiSLQejb7msLcDE63218CYXbb9TVHlkP86dCbf9bSJubJlxhWVmXYlRYRdF3VYsrlp9tCyEF0ELvHBTu8e5x-AaIrwuknDl/s1600/g3nt+-+kept+man.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrHXHeDpEfbBGgjRCBz5goqKkjpGOCs5Vm0tPi-bITR1-oDiSLQejb7msLcDE63218CYXbb9TVHlkP86dCbf9bSJubJlxhWVmXYlRYRdF3VYsrlp9tCyEF0ELvHBTu8e5x-AaIrwuknDl/s1600/g3nt+-+kept+man.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am in a relationship with a woman that I like but do not love. She is a corporate lawyer and makes a ton of money. I pretty much live at her place. She buys us great dinners and takes us out drinking. I&#39;m a kept man. She gives me nice clothes. She bought me an expensive watch. How long can I keep this up without doing permanent damage to my soul?&lt;br /&gt;
Luxuriously Awaiting Your Reply, NYC&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Mr. Luxurious,&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know if you love this girl, like this girl, are indifferent or filled with a quiet hatred bordering on rage. What I do know, is that if you are asking when you have to end a relationship to avoid doing permanent damage to your soul, the answer is now.&lt;br /&gt;
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People have been living less than their dream lives since Homer was writing about what the Greeks were doing outside the walls of Troy. Now you are playing the role of Helen wondering when your true love is going knock down your world and whisk you away. A gentleman does not wait for life to happen. He takes control of his life.&lt;br /&gt;
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You have to end it. Be straight forward and honest. And if that doesn&#39;t work, blame her job.&lt;br /&gt;
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Heroicly,&lt;br /&gt;
The Gentlemen</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/3391535570831387187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/she-buys-me-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/3391535570831387187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/3391535570831387187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/she-buys-me-things.html' title='She Buys Me Things'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913581816570347979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTpia-EOOZpIokiAqTh2mwYS6KVhGK_1OsrrRwI5NtAwIDKaDfd6khTxNL1Jot8iInqTtaZdQ-micLoVJmbapfUBgMwUJKnjEJBMfmmbWgTWgeHUacohX0JG-pA24BU/s220/Photo+151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrHXHeDpEfbBGgjRCBz5goqKkjpGOCs5Vm0tPi-bITR1-oDiSLQejb7msLcDE63218CYXbb9TVHlkP86dCbf9bSJubJlxhWVmXYlRYRdF3VYsrlp9tCyEF0ELvHBTu8e5x-AaIrwuknDl/s72-c/g3nt+-+kept+man.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7997824802333673919.post-3834424080329648794</id><published>2012-04-18T11:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-18T13:12:36.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Drink Scotch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOI3sdYuRNZ2NVPI8mCbd4_Kog-aqUcmGCwRXWD-MrOro-vd00UWK4UJzjSwtsZPhQZVrS7ebThJ4G_orBQ20HbIOpWT3WDglp-mLoaZf7wKBHBx-TL7tpqdxjq0bR_sehoy-qS1k5H4De/s1600/g3nt+-+how+to+drink+scotch.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;283&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOI3sdYuRNZ2NVPI8mCbd4_Kog-aqUcmGCwRXWD-MrOro-vd00UWK4UJzjSwtsZPhQZVrS7ebThJ4G_orBQ20HbIOpWT3WDglp-mLoaZf7wKBHBx-TL7tpqdxjq0bR_sehoy-qS1k5H4De/s320/g3nt+-+how+to+drink+scotch.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;
I was recently given a few bottles of good quality scotch as a gift from my future father-in-law. To be clear, he is not a scotch drinker and they were cleaning out their liquor cabinet. I&#39;m more of a cheap bourbon/Irish whiskey man. How does a gentleman drink scotch? Or, failing that, how does a gentleman give away scotch?&lt;br /&gt;
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Afraid of Wincing,&lt;br /&gt;
Uncouth in Elmir&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear Uncouth,&lt;br /&gt;
A gentleman knows his whiskey. He doesn&#39;t have to fetishize it, but he is familiar. This gift is an opportunity for you to learn a little about Scotch. There&#39;s a reason gentlemen like it. So give it a fair shot. &lt;br /&gt;
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There are two basic types of Scotch, single malt and blended. The single malts are generally thought to be better and easier to drink. If you got a single malt (or single grain) then try it without ice first. Don&#39;t gulp, but roll it around in your mouth. Finish a small pour for a half hour while listening to some good music, and poring over a book of maps. Blends you can go strait for the ice bucket, the water or the soda, hell, maybe even mix up a Rob Roy.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is too much information in the world about Scotch, but it is still good to take a look at the wikipedia page and familiarize yourself with what all the talk is about.&lt;br /&gt;
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Scotch is a great gift. You can always give a guy a bottle of Scotch. You don&#39;t even need to wrap it. Just send it to G3nt Headquarters, 471 Grand Street, No. 2, Brooklyn, NY 11211. We&#39;ll make sure it falls into the hands of a deserving gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;
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Highlandedly,&lt;br /&gt;
The Gentlemen</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/feeds/3834424080329648794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/how-to-drink-scotch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/3834424080329648794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7997824802333673919/posts/default/3834424080329648794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g3nt.blogspot.com/2012/04/how-to-drink-scotch.html' title='How to Drink Scotch'/><author><name>The Gentlemen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913581816570347979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUiTpia-EOOZpIokiAqTh2mwYS6KVhGK_1OsrrRwI5NtAwIDKaDfd6khTxNL1Jot8iInqTtaZdQ-micLoVJmbapfUBgMwUJKnjEJBMfmmbWgTWgeHUacohX0JG-pA24BU/s220/Photo+151.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOI3sdYuRNZ2NVPI8mCbd4_Kog-aqUcmGCwRXWD-MrOro-vd00UWK4UJzjSwtsZPhQZVrS7ebThJ4G_orBQ20HbIOpWT3WDglp-mLoaZf7wKBHBx-TL7tpqdxjq0bR_sehoy-qS1k5H4De/s72-c/g3nt+-+how+to+drink+scotch.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>