Back at school, if a girl dared wear red underwear beneath white pants our entire dormitory new about it by lunchtime.
Hell, I remember guys in pickup trucks hanging out of windows and hollering at my MOM when I was about four or five years old.
Please read this other post before commenting to gain clarity on my gender-neutral position on human behavior.] —– A while back I was on a coaching call with a woman who happens to be smart, successful and beautiful. Granted, knowing how “approach anxiety” has a death grip on most mortal men, it’s not even like I was expecting to witness guys stopping bikini-clad hotties and getting their numbers.
We were actively discussing creative ways she might encourage the kind of man she deserves to introduce himself, start a conversation and sweep her off of her feet. The odds of seeing a jaguar in the wild in Florida are probably greater than that.
That is, assuming the latter has clothes on and isn’t performing a sexual act, of course.
We’ve all watched the early seasons of Mad Men and been appalled. How are we to ever continue the cycle of procreation to perpetuate the human race?
While meant for the press who will be writing stories about Twelve years, six seasons and one hugely successful feature film.
Since its inception, “Sex and the City” has grown into an international phenomenon, with audiences around the world feeling so close to Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda that they practically consider them more like personal friends than fictional characters.
[Please Read: This has obviously become an incendiary post, to the point of going viral.
If you are a #MGTOW and wish to take me to task for having had a vibrant, highly-satisfying dating life that led to a happy, fulfilling relationship with a wonderful woman, I’ve already responded to similar comments more than enough times below.