Quintessential under 50 persona residing in D-town
. (feigned apologies Detroit and <cough> Denver.) Spot the shallow eyes and boasts about their residence in University Park or Oak Cliff. Recognize the graphic tees/button ups <gasp>, jeans and tasteless designer kicks, i.e. Ed Hardy
boys. "It's not L.A., nor NYC, it's Dallas baby." As far as Americans can fall, not bad people, and Texans generally have a leg up . . . but sporting events are not promenades no matter how hard you strut your Douchebaggage
, and don't call me bro
or attempt to relate to me by casually jangling your leased or lineage luxury vehicle keys.
DD: "Oh, we have one of those in Dallas, it's ok. Where you from?"
Some dude: "I, too, am a Dallas Douche, just taking some much needed time off."
DD: "Yeah, I know what you're talking about . . . but I'm not a douche, and Dallas is where's it's at!"