It's not being pretentious if you're really that good. Which, apparently, I am. It's an odd thing having an older, divorced, albeit not unattractive, woman tell you that you have magic hands. And then shortly after guess your age at 26-28. Bear in mind, gentle reader, that I am a month or so shy of 23. I'll take looking 4 or 5 years older. I am beginning to guess that I might be a lot better than I think I am. Just in general. I've always chalked it up to luck, this skill of my hands. But my luck isn't nearly good enough to justify the numbers any more. One or two, ok, that I could believe. But now? Just too much to be luck or coincidence any more. I am good with my hands. Who knew? Well, actually, I can think of one or two people who knew. Heh.
he's got the magic hands
oh come on. who didn't see that one coming? seriously!