3.23.2004
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.
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.
// posted by Justin @ 7:26 AM 
