“Where are all the real men?”

“Where are all the real men?!?!” some girls say.

“They are only fantasy,” I explained.

real men

You may not like me. That’s not my focus.

You may not love me. That’s not my business.

I am a man. I can be aggressive.

I can be competitive- even repulsive.

For when I crave privacy, I push others away.

I may withdraw. I may criticize.

I may condemn. I may analyze.

I may ignore. I may insist.

I may counter. I may resist.

Some may complain about politicians and lawyers- that they never quite do as you prefer.

If I offer you some pity, will you go away, nerd?

If you want a faithful leader, what do you have to offer?

Oh, and if you stopped trusting socialists finally, welcome to the club, girls! Anyway, no, I don’t need to see your IDs. With dresses that short, legs that long, and no underwear at all, I think I’ve seen all that I need to see. Come right in and have a great night…. Okay, next in line, come forward. Let me see your IDs. Sorry, no, it’s required by law.

By the way, why doesn’t anyone ever ask “where are all the REAL women?”




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