First things first- I’m a man. Not much of one, but a man. As much as I claim to have insight into the female psyche, I’m still a man. I forget things, like birthdays, anniversaries, even Christmas sometimes. I’m usually right, and if I’m wrong, I won’t admit it. Hence, this article will rarely see me admitting defeat. Especially to HER.
That aside, I know women. I know how they think. I know how they act. I know what they say and I know what they mean. I also know the same about men. Because I was raised by two women, and attended more plays than sporting events, I’m one of those rare breeds that straddles the fence of masculinity and femininity. Some call this being “sensitive.” Others call it “metro-sexual.” I call it being a f*cking super hero. You see, because of my “sensitivity,” I have somehow managed to finagle my way into situations I have no business being in, with women who, in all honesty, should not be giving me the time of day.
It is because of these experiences, I have (somewhat) mastered the art of continuing to get in them. I know the right things to say, do, and think to get face time with a beautiful woman. Fortunately for you, I tend to use my powers for good. I spend more time telling my female friends what a guy’s intentions are, than actually having intentions myself, and I’m a little less than an expert when it comes to love, relationships, sex, and all of the heartache/heartbreak that comes with it.