My grandfather never told us about his experiences in WWII other than to say that the concentration camps were the most hideous thing he ever saw.
We did not find out the extent of his military service until after he died and we saw his discharge papers. He never mentioned any of the medals to us, either, but they were listed on the discharge papers.
This is something that works for everything in general.
If you are accomplished, you don’t need to tell everyone you meet about it. I almost instantly see it as a coverup for some kind of insecurity. Any kind of braggart makes me wonder what he’s insecure about. If you truely know you are appreciated for your talents you have no need to talk about them. I think this is true even if you meet new people who have no idea. People with self-confidence just don’t need to impress anyone. They know if someone really wants to know they will ask.
Add to the fact that combat isn’t an entirely good thing to be proud of. I don’t think any soldier likes to kill, and is probably aware of the fact that there is likely to be some innocent blood spilled at his hands. Although there are obviously positive benefits that come from it, its not something you’d want to be talking about acting as if it were the best thing in the world. I mean there couldn’t have been a more noble task than to rid the world of Hitler, but you know its not like all of those soldiers on the German side all saw eye to eye with Hitler. Some were probably coerced into fighting. Overall it was a good thing, but killing isn’t fun, and I don’t think any soldier likes to relish in the fact of how it somehow elevates his status, because he likely knows people who died. Sometimes its a matter of luck.
RUN
Far, far away. If you’re lucky, he’s enough of a loser that he won’t back up the threats that he will inevitably make towards the end of his relationship with her. And it will end, one way or the other.
You left out that he is one of the top seven leaders of the Illuminati and that he is among the very top guys in both the Freemasons and the Knights of Columbus. I’m taking a risk here but I’m sure you know those things and simply forgot to mention them.
Oh, and seriously, does this guy actually involve himself in fist fights and does he generally win?
That would make him unusual in his role playing. Or does some other guy get tired of listening to his shit and just lose it and punch him out. I’ve seen guys beat to a pulp but still they claim to have won the fight.
Jeez Louise, a 2005 thread???
Ooh, on second view… ZOMBIE thread! Eeeek!
Can’t get this out of my head:
Gee, now that it is back from the grave stumbling around, I’d be curious to find out what happened to the poor roommate or whether the idiot got dumped before he started stealing from Mississippienne.
Shouldn’t you start a new thread and post a link to this one then? 
The roommate married the idiot, and now they are divorcing; see below.
Actually, that’s exactly what Mississippienne did, here; LouisB no doubt followed the link to this old thread and didn’t note the date.
Faker! :dubious:
Are you sure the guy hasn’t got a bit of a problem? A girl I knew had this friend. Sweetest guy in the world, she said, but a compulsive liar. The kid couldn’t help himself, he would lie about the silliest things. I’m sure that your roommates guy is just an idiot, though. Just throwing it out there.
And if you are thinking “Woah. This Sr Siete guy is so deep and insightful”, well, that’s because I’m God. Yep. The Lord and Creator of everything. Don’t thank me.
The Department of Defense says God was killed in action over Korea. Try Elvis, or something.
Um…if you had an IQ of 188 and you didn’t take horse tranquilzers before the ASVAB there’s no way you’re going in as a shooter. You might want to be a bad man, but your genius level ass is going to be working on some DARPA type stuff.
No, no, that was just a prototype God I ran off in the lab a while back. Sr Siete is an improved model, but still buggy enough to post on message boards instead of writing with letters of fire in the sky like he’s supposed to.