Take a survey -- how many guys say give up? how many women?

how many say find

another women to shtup?

Starbucks -- Blind date central. Beautiful women, looking around anxiously. Could that
be the one you're waiting for? Pictures lie. She could be that pretty. Or maybe it's her.
Her hair is longer. Her breasts bigger than you expected. Maybe. Nope. You'll get the
ugly one. And so will she.

Let's face it. You've got as much chance with a stranger as with the girl you're meeting.
More. You've got something in common. Both exasperated. Both hopeful. Both
cynical.

I'm not tall. But I grow on people.

It's hard to be dignified in a bar. women put their cigs out on my head. not since Mayor
Bloomberg took office. now he's very tall. could that be why...? nope. he's rich.
powerful. he stinks of money. he surrounds himself with power. as opposed to this
guy...

women can smell power. and money. being able to crush people. oh, baby, yeah. of
course, that won't do much when she's got your balls in a vise. you'll be talking about
jetting off to some foreign country, and she'll say you promised to go shopping for
curtains today.

They want spontaneity. They want a friend. They want this and that and some more
things (that you don't have) they'll think of after discovering that you don't have them.

They want chemistry. You want chemistry, buy a . That indefinable something. That
moment. That gleam. The sunrise in your eyes. Birds chirping. Swelling music.

You, of course, want a blow job.

But sometimes it works. You get married. The sex is great until you realize you can get
it whenever you want. And then you stop wanting it.

Bring the fantasy back. Bring the romance back. Bring. Forget that. Bring in a couple
of hookers and pint of Jim Beam. Then have her steal your wallet and you'll be glad to
be back with the wife.

Not that I speak from experience.

prisoners. women always fall in love with guys doing life. great. if I killed someone, I'd
have a great social life.