This analogy works very well for me. During my teenage years, I worked as the second helper on a party boat, I was mainly helping out folks and cleaning... stuff. Well, after a few weeks, the guy ahead of me broke his hand and could help the newbies put bait on the hooks... I was immediately promoted to "Master Baiter"
Agree Agree Agree... Communication and setting the tone up front...
The funny part is I am CONSTANTLY asked how I am single, from every woman I meet in NYC, coworkers, superiors, Mom (not dad surprisingly), and pretty much anyone who thinks they know what they are talking about. I am an excellent communicator but I would even bother trying to explain this to the average person...
From a pompous young bachelor, Saludos!
PS - Nice signature photo, I wonder where she bought those socks
