What about all the women who date the macho, "alpha" male. You know what I mean, the bum-slapping, engine-revving, plexus-flexing, sex-directing one-track mind, emotionally challenged emoticon winks, crooked glances from top to bottom, hey-baby-how-you-doin', talking out of his ass (CEO, President, 8", 150 a year after taxes and such).
I'd rather sing songs!
But revealing your soul is not in the macho male's repertoire. Neither is recycling, doing the dishes, or listening - truly listening. An embrace need not be foreplay. But those things don't make me any less of a man, just because I care. So you can call me the the alfalfa male.