Daring others can be dangerous

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For some, proving others wrong is a hobby. The words "I bet you wouldn't..." are powerful motivators, resulting in many outlandish acts. These feats can be funny, scary and everything in between.

I once made the bold statement, "Becky, you'd never have the guts to go and pet that guy's mullet!" Normally, I would have been right, but after receiving this challenge, Becky promptly marched over to caress the man's gray and flowing "business-in-the-front-party-in-the-back" masterpiece. My friends and I were, of course, highly amused.

Sometimes, however, that kind of entertainment can have higher stakes--like the night a guy named Don decided to respond to a friend's accusation that Don "wasn't as fun as he used to be."

Offended by the smear to his reputation, Don crawled atop a barstool for an immediate (and awful) striptease. Don was soon having fun with a burly bouncer.

Spiting people to eke out their disgust is as common as trying to entertain them. Think back to that kid in high school who always responded to jeers of "you wouldn't eat (blank) in a million years!" I saw an example of this particular brand of spite when I witnessed a first-year take his friends up on a bet to eat someone else's vomit.

Beyond being disgusting, acting out of spite can also be downright dangerous. An astonishing number of wounds result from people who seek to demonstrate superhuman abilities. Driving, snowboarding, cycling, even socializing are among the plethora of activities that can become deadly by reacting to claims like "too bad you'll never be able to..."

So, we've got amusement, trouble, disgust and danger as possible endings for those who attempt to prove others wrong. Would you believe it's also possible to combine all four endings?

It is.

For me, it was the night my friend Steve introduced me to his brother. Steve and I had spent about a year tormenting each other, but the night with his brother brought things to a whole new level.

It was during Drink a Small Town Dry (an amazing event, thought up by a certain University of Calgary alumnus). Steve was standing beside his brother. I was teasing Steve. He responded by jesting, "this is my brother, but don't talk to him--he'd never be interested in the likes of you."

What was this? A challenge? There is nothing I liked better. So, I set out to prove him wrong and it wasn't long before the brother and I were attached at the lips.

The kissing session was interrupted by my roommate's cries of "no, my eyes!"

Turns out the joke was on me. Steve hadn't told me of his brother's reputation. From his nickname to the urban legends all about him, this was one guy that should have stayed away from.

Completing my conquest out of spite for Steve was thus simultaneously amusing, troublesome, disgusting and dangerous. Mere moments had passed before Steve and his friends informed me that I, along with two or three hundred other girls, had contracted "The Foul."

Fortunately, enough time has passed that I've been able to shed those foul kissing cooties, but I shudder to think what could have happened. So please, take my advice and think twice before rushing headlong into your next "I'll show you!" moment.





Perhaps you should take your own advice. You seem to be constantly making (and flaunting) your mistakes with the opposite sex. Don't you get tired of being promiscuous (to put it nicely)? I pity you.

Makoel; everybody needs to get attention somehow... some flaunt their sexuality. I on the other hand post messages on the gauntlet webpage (somebody love me!).

So, just to clarify, you're not going to put this on your resume, are you?

Rediculous, I love you. In fact, I've loved you from the first moment I saw your screen name. Take me!

For the love of everything sacred, why would I want to read about this writer's chronically dysfunctional sex life week after week, and why would I take advice from her? Obviously she isn't learning from her experiences, if she is having such a bad time at the bar week after week. Here's a thought: read a book, find a hobby or even run for government. Not everyone will find success at the bar.

Clearly, she is failing at an activity most of us have no difficulty with, almost to the point of satire, yet insightful and timely commentary form the likes of Keller gets bumped from hardcopy for this... glorified junior-high diary of dating misadventures.

Maybe if less time was spent complaining about how everyone and everything in the dating scene sucks, she could actually focus on dating.

I applaud you, Lurker. Well put, well put indeed.

Ever wonder how potent the stuff that the Gauntlet editors are smoking is? To print trash, and, well, trash intelligent articles?

Don't tell me there are actually people out there who enjoy these whiny, attention whoring articles?

I have to say I strongly disagree with all of you. I think you are reading to much into the article. I think it is an insightfully comical take on events that most twenty somethings can relate to. The writer is not complaining that her dating life is a distaster she is instead able to find the comedies of the dating world which is a quality I am going to assume none of you have.

Amanda, this article is just one in a series of many about how miserable her dating life is. Perhaps you should read the others before attempting to categorize them all.

Zha - maybe if you read the articles you would realize that most of them are about her friends, and not her. What's wrong with looking at the lighter side of life. Sorry, but not all girls spend their nights crying over boys.

Hey guys, I have a suggestion!!! If you dont like it dont read it!!! It seems to me that if you have time to be writing comments like these ones your love life that you so often talk about is not taking up too much of your time. Until you start writing columns that are better than this one, keep your comments to yourself and let us be the judge.


Yes, her 'friends'...

I become one of my friend when tell stories about ungood things too.

Please, Rebeck, if you can judge, why can't we? I'm sorry if we're not so overly obsessive that we feel the need to spend every minute with our significant other. You're making it sound as if a relationship is in the shit hole if one of the people involved takes a minute to respond to an article in the Gauntlet. Perhaps being clingy and posessive is the reason why YOU don't have someone, and the rest of us do?

Anonymous Coward, I really can't recall seeing any of these commenters saying they were crying over boys?