AVOID IT AT ALL COSTS, PLEADS JACK VENING
Recently my partner experienced a first while meeting her friend’s new boyfriend at a cocktail bar. When a few red flags appeared on her radar, she pulled out a question I’ve never heard her ask a stranger: “Wait, so what do you do?”
His eyes lit up. “It depends what you mean,” he said. “Do you mean: what do I do for joy? For sport? For my mind? For money?” This was a man who clearly loved copping a “What do you do?”, because A) he loved talking about himself so much he grew a full 10cm in height; and B) it soon became obvious that what he did was sign
