“A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him.”
David Brinkley (1920-2003)

That’s a real man up top, speaks other languages, teaches on the university level and can kick your ass.

So where did I leave off, where do I take up again…

As a man I am not held accountable for the actions of other men. I know everyone has a crazy friend they’re trying to look out for so I don’t hold them responsible for sed crazy friends actions. I maintain my blackmarket, underworld, criminal connection. Not enough to keep me from running for public office…but enough that I can steal cable and find out the who, why and what for when I need to. Just cause we have sex doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship. Look at these to words: Relations - Relationship. There are some things missing that keep them from being the same thing, I don’t make assumptions so why should you. Anyway it’s pretty crass to connect love to sex in the first place and if that’s what made you want to be with me your priorities are in the wrong place anyway. I’m more than just manual labor, my dick and my salary. I am not scared of anything lower on the food chain unless it’s poisonous. I stand and fight cause I’d rather take a beating than get beat when I’m outta breath. The previous statment becomes nil when I’m outnumbered and know I can escape. It should be legal for me to carry a knife, they’re handy tools and if I just wanted to kill someone I could do it with my pen or their necktie. Ties are stupid and they are the only article of clothing that if worn properly can be used to kill the person wearing it. I will not own a dog that I can punt. Dogs should be friends as well as a weapon if needed…picking them up and throwing them at someone doesn’t count. I listen to women, but I am not obliged to act on everything that they say. I know that if men based the definition of themselves strictly on what women want, we’d be confused and they’d end up with the guy that just did what he wanted to. I know that doing everything a woman asks of you only makes you a sucker and what’s best for people is someone who does what they need and not everything they want. I do not buy the things I see other dudes wearing. My goal is to be the one other dudes are emulating in their shopping trips. Once they’ve finished getting what they need to copy me I’ve moved on to something else. I know that the guy who claims he just wants to be friends with my girl is lying. That’s the line my man used on the girl he has on the bench. I know that sex is a natural function so I’m not ashamed that it can be a goal in my pursuit of a woman. Plus, since I rarely meet woman at a place where they were giving a disertation it’s hard to pursue them strictly for their mind. If this were the case I’d spend most of my time tracking down female professors and authors so I could ask them out. If all men are dogs how come the ones that are loyal, protective, fun, and loving companions are the ones that get the boot? If I become a sugar daddy your opinion would no longer matter unless it’s on something I’m buying for you. Until then I’ll listen to your advice while you attend to your own expenses. A real woman knows going dutch isn’t blasphemy. Such a woman makes me want to pay all the time. I don’t mind doing some things for you, but I am not your personal handyman. If I own a truck only people I choose can have things moved without paying me for my time, effort and gasoline. I think that it’s the height of arrogance to start trying to change someone once you’ve chosen to be with them. If you want to change me give me a list of requirments up front so it won’t suddenly become a problem a few months down the line. My friends are non-negotiable. I don’t want access to your email, message service or anything of the sort, I refuse to give access to mine either so don’t ask. In order to keep from deluding myself I imagine that more than one person has done anything that can be done to the woman I’m with before I got there. I really don’t care that he was your friend before I came into the picture. Unless it’s about the game or the sport, leave me be when football is on. I don’t start talking about playoff berths in the middle of you watching Steel Magnolias or whatever. I’m not a child so don’t set me up on grown man play dates with your friends man. Don’t be mad if I don’t appeal to your sense of romance if you never appeal to mine. I don’t mind gay men or women. I hate ultra-flamey-wear-the-tshirt-own-the-bumpersticker-act-like-a-member-of-the-opposite-sex-who’s-taking-hormones-people. Just be what you are, not an advertisment of a cliche` ideal of what people think you are.

To be continued…again.