No, I don’t feel threatened by pieces of tissue. [/quote]
[quote]When I lived in a black neighborhood in Detroit I got along quite well with my neighbors and I rather enjoyed the experience. To tell the truth I probably have a worse case of jungle fever than Kliplemet. The Brothers found my taste in Sista’s quite amusing and were quite helpful in getting me “a taste”.
On the other hand when I lived in a neighborhood where there were a large number of muslims it was depressing. When I was at the Halal I learned not to look at the Halal hotties unless I wanted to piss people off. After one of my friends (who is muslim) was narrowly missed by a bullet for talking to one I had the point driven home in a most decisive manner. [/quote]
Now, if your friend who was “narrowly missed by a bullet” is Muslim, how then can you talk about an “instrument of seperation” and “Muslims only, everyone else fuck off!”? Seriously man, you don’t seem to have done much critical thinking on this point at all.
Talking to chicks is a risky business. It is no surprise that crimes of passion are responsible for lots and lots of deaths even in modern times. It is postulated that the queasy feeling a guy gets when approaching a hottie is just part of a hardwired survival mechanism. In ancient times, speaking to the Alpha’s woman gets you cast away from the tribe, or simply killed. Things have evolved, but much of the underlying tension is still there. There are plenty of cultures where the males are expected to defend the women from sexual predators (Corsica, Southern Italy, India, Islamic world, etc.). To qualify for the title of “predator”, you merely need to have less than honorable intentions. Believe it or not, jerks are impregnating single women as we speak, and her entourage then shoulders the burden of raising the bastard child. So, while I do not condone it, the reason your friend came close to an airborne bullet is nowhere near religious. Call it cultural if you must.
There will always be risk associated with picking up women. To minimize it, stick to bars an other places where you know women expect to be hit on. Anywhere else might lead to trouble. There’s this friend of mine (6 feet 2 muscular blond Swede) who got approached by some dude in a museum. She slapped him hard, called security and got his ass thrown out of there. My reaction when she told me the story? More power to you sister!
But enough about this. What does anything in your post have to do with scarves being an “instrument of seperation”? Did the girl your friend talked to have a built-in firing device?