Because real recognizes real

Today would've been my dad's Birthday.

I was wearing my latest Harry Potter shirt when going down the stairwell of the mall towards In-N-Out. Ahead of me was some asian chick with bleached blond hair, which I always thought was unattractive on an asian chick. Behind me was a chubby, blond white chick. At first, I thought that if I was forced to choose which of them to have sex with, I would play it cool by reluctantly asking, "Do I have to?" Later, however ...

CHUBBY WHITE CHICK: (As I coincidentally flexed my pecs due to arms crossed) You are rocking that Harry Potter shirt.
RYAN: Thank you.
CHUBBY WHITE CHICK: Thank you.

Dash that! If given the choice, I would have sex with her, out of respect mind you, because real recognizes real!

My mommy and I ate at Olive Garden as it's the tradition to eat noodles (or similar) on one's Birthday, in this case my late dad's. My mommy had the Fettucini Alfredo. Mine was "The Tour of Italy" - a little bit of Fettucini, Lasagna and Veal Parmigiana. I think the waitress' name was Jennifer. She was wearing a Gryffindor (Harry Potter) tie. My usual drink, the Sicilian Splash, has been discontinued. Jennifer offered a similar drink and even to exclude it from the bill if I didn't like it, because real recognizes real!

Ended the night with the usual WWE RAW.