I
shouldn't talk about the plights of women. One, I am not sufficiently
educated in the subject, two, I am sufficiently educated enough to
know my problems don't measure up and three, I am a man after all and
everything is considered. But more and more I identify with the
housewife of the 1950's. Or, more correctly, the prospective
housewife of the 1950's.
I
could call myself desperate or hopeless or unlovable but that's a
code for 'hopeless and or cowardly at talking to women'. My
big problem (or one of the bigger ones) is that I am afraid. As a
bastard child of the 21st century I only want one thing,
but every girl everywhere knows I only want one thing. Truth is, I
want more than one thing and , even less I want one other thing, one
thing that is not the prime objective. My trouble is, even being
chatty gets dangerously close to being sleazy, something I never want
to be seen as. Nice guys finish last, but weak guys die before the
end...
