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Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
Fred sounds like a love-sick fool who isn't likely to take any advice on this whole thing from anyone until he's hit rock bottom. Keep an eye out on him, be available when he has his inevitable moment of realization that he's been screwed and supply him with plenty of alcohol. If you're into that sort of thing, offer to be his second at the inevitable duel.
"'In affairs of the heart, Princess,' Cesar used to say, 'one should neither offer advice nor solulutions...just a clean hanky when appropriate.'"
--The Flanders Panel, Arturo Perez Reverte, pg. 14.
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Love sick fool? Nah... Fred's an previously involuntarily celibate disaster. To get bullshitted that badly requires a desperation for pussy that would make Steve Howe's cocaine use look like passing experimentation. Fred would fall head over heels for the right blow up doll.
The guy fell in love with a fucking mail order bride! In the pantheon of idiotic and/or unbelievably pathetic acts, he's just below eating out a hooker because you think that might cleave you from the crowd and "make her love you."
