The Scottsdale "Man" Defined:
Age - Under 35:
Attire: Winter/Spring/Fall: Untucked oversized long-sleeved striped shirt with sleeves unbuttoned, baggy "relaxed fit" jeans, and black shoes that were never meant to be worn with jeans. Gelled spikey hair. (He wears oversized shirts believing they will make him look bigger.)
Summer: The same baggy jeans and suit shoes, but with a stupid print t-shirt from Wal-Mart in place of the untucked striped shirt. Gelled spikey hair.
Job: Realtor, mortgage broker, some other type of entry-level sales, OR, bartender/bouncer/waiter.
Job he claims to have: Dot-com entrepreneur, small business owner, junior corporate executive.
Girlfriend: Cokehead/pothead/drunken Scottsdale loser stripper chick who thinks guys in dumbass print t-shirts with gelled spikey hair are hot. She shuns any man with class, i.e. guys who don't wear print t-shirts, recognizing that he is better than she is, and her insecurity prevents her from associating with such men. She lives in Scottsdale because she knows she could never get a boyfriend in a real city with real men.
Environment: Hangs out at weak Scottsdale bars and "clubs" trying to act like a black man. Tries to dance with girls and gets laughed at all night.
Lives: In some trashy old town Scottsdale apartment or rental house with roommates, all the while believing the apartment building's marketing bullshit and thinks he lives in the lap of luxury.
Age - 35-50:
Attire: This species is all over the board. Can range from 15-year-old to golf shirt to old-man Tommy Bahama shirt, as long as it keeps with Scottsdale's no-class theme. He tries something different every day because he can't understand why 20-year-olds no longer sleep with him while Scottsdale milfs and cougars don't take him seriously yet. He has no idea that if he put on some dignified clothes instead of Scottsdale shit, women might talk to him.
Job: Realtor, mortgage broker, sales manager, corporate middle manager.
Job he claims to have: Dot-com millionaire, CEO, bar/restaurant owner, retired rich guy.
Girlfriend: None. Young chicks see him as a creepy old man, while the average Scottsdale golddigging bitch doesn't think he has enough gray hair to make him worthy - and desperate - enough to victimize.
Can be found: At any Scottsdale happy hour bar, sitting alone and totally confused as to why he cannot get any action, and frequently looks like a public spectacle thanks to trying to dress like a teenager. Sorry guys, but salt & pepper hair just doesn't go with the spikey hair and print t-shirt look.
Lives: Anywhere.
Age - Over 50:
Attire: Tommy Bahama shirt or very cheesy print golf shirts. Usually paired with khakis or shorts and loafers with no socks.
Summer: Same getup, but with gay-ass European sandals in place of the sockless loafers.
Job: Realtor, mortgage broker, shady underfunded dot-com startup.
Job he claims to have: Millionaire.
Girlfriend: Dumbass Scottsdale divorcee with so much plastic surgery she cannot smile naturally, talk naturally, and her breasts are a public spectacle worthy of the circus. Not to mention the fake fish lips. She lives in Scottsdale because real men in a real city won't give her the time of day, while loser Scottsdale guys in Tommy Bahama shirts hit on her all night long. Stupid enough to believe Scottsdale guys have money.
Environment: Can be seen at Barcelona or Mastro's Ocean Club eating an extravagant dinner and sipping champagne at the bar, just after begging MasterCard for a $200 credit limit increase so he can pretend to be rich for just one more night.
Lives: In north Scottsdale, particularly DC Ranch and Troon where this species thrives. Everyone there is just as phony and pathetic as he is, so there is no fear of being found out. In rare cases, may live in Grayhawk while wishing he lived in DC Ranch.
Coming Monday: The Scottsdale "woman" defined.
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