Dear menfolk, I like you. I do. Really. Well, some of you. A specific few. Let's just say there are positive lights in the firmament of mankind. Emphasis on the kind part.
Some of y'all are doing things that make the boogie man look honorable. A small percentage of the tribe has issues that need to be work out with a therapist or six months in the wilderness with a guru.
I understand that many of you would like female companionship. Others just want a body or access to specific female body parts. We are not like a car, Ruby on Rails or a jigsaw puzzle. We are people.
The poem below is an interpretation of an experience I had on Hollywood Boulevard. I was just an observer. This is the sanitized version.
No, not really. I tried to remember word for word what the tour barker said.
Either way, you cannot go around and cuss women out because they:
I have to say that the actual man who inspired this poem towers over most women. He is also wide, in a muscular way. Booming voice. Bull in the China shop kind of guy.
If a woman walks away from you and she is not interested, game over.
Done.
Let it go.
You do not need to blast your disappointment up and down the street and casting aspersions on her character where 30 seconds before you were quite interested in getting warm with her form.
In conclusion, that page in the PUA handbook that tells you to annoy women to get attention? Burn that page. Well first rip out that page, burn it and stomp the ashes.
I'd tell you to burn the book but that is something I cannot promote. But should it accidentally wind up in the barbeque pit don't bother to retrieve it.
Or replace it.
Some of y'all are doing things that make the boogie man look honorable. A small percentage of the tribe has issues that need to be work out with a therapist or six months in the wilderness with a guru.
I understand that many of you would like female companionship. Others just want a body or access to specific female body parts. We are not like a car, Ruby on Rails or a jigsaw puzzle. We are people.
The poem below is an interpretation of an experience I had on Hollywood Boulevard. I was just an observer. This is the sanitized version.
No, not really. I tried to remember word for word what the tour barker said.
Either way, you cannot go around and cuss women out because they:
- Chooses not to talk with you.
- Is totally afraid of you, your clothes or the saliva emanating from your mouth.
- Has other things to do that do not include you.
I have to say that the actual man who inspired this poem towers over most women. He is also wide, in a muscular way. Booming voice. Bull in the China shop kind of guy.
If a woman walks away from you and she is not interested, game over.
Done.
Let it go.
You do not need to blast your disappointment up and down the street and casting aspersions on her character where 30 seconds before you were quite interested in getting warm with her form.
In conclusion, that page in the PUA handbook that tells you to annoy women to get attention? Burn that page. Well first rip out that page, burn it and stomp the ashes.
I'd tell you to burn the book but that is something I cannot promote. But should it accidentally wind up in the barbeque pit don't bother to retrieve it.
Or replace it.
