It’s amazing what we allow ourselves to be entertained at any cost. If we could count the minutes we have wasted and then multiply that by the amount of things we could have been doing with that time…our bank accounts would be full, our families would want for nothing and our levels of achievement would be historical. But alas we just gonna “re-up” with that income tax money. A good female friend and I had a conversation recently about this need to waste time. She was at a gathering, met a dummy who wanted her number, and gave her some funny, assinine drunken lines. Bored, she was intrigued enough to give him her number because she wanted to be entertained. She could tell from the first sentence he wasn’t her type, intoxicated and obviously not on her educational level (Masters degree). But her boredom with the dating scene in Atlanta caused her to flip a coin and see if he was a better man in a different environment, so she gave him the number. A few days later he calls and the co...