In fact, I really really love men. My best friend is a man among boys. Almost all of the people I have the most fun with are men. I've met some really sweet ones lately, and I've been friends with a couple of awesome guys for quite some time. I have always been more attracted to friendships with non-women. And, in general, I much prefer the company of beer drinking, football watching, beard sporting, 5-second-rule following, penis owners.
So, as an exception to the "don't take it personally rule", I encourage you to accept it when I say....nope, it's just you.
You who can't figure out how to complete a sentence, so you stop halfway through and say "nevermind that may be too complicated for you.".
You who says "women WANT to think they provide the shelter and the food and pay the taxes etc etc. it's easy to throw stones when you don't have to pick them up baby" side note... Women don't like to be called baby by anyone other than their grandma or the man who rubs their feet when they've been busy eating bonbons all day.
You who says "my dad always used to say 'don't bite the hand that feeds you'. Women don't play by the same rules, do they?"
You.
So, as I carry on with my day, I promise to keep in mind all of the powerful insights you spewed onto my screen last night. I promise to really consider exactly how my disinterest in your multiple advances turned me from "HOT" to a manbasher. I even swear to spend at least thirty seven seconds contemplating your theory that women are lined up just waiting for a chance to get at the pinnacle of manhood that is you.
Then, I will forget all about you and go back to loving men. The grown kind, of course.
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