Men's Day: Why I secretly love boys
Dear men, today is your day. A wonderful opportunity finally to talk to you openly. Because I have a very unusual attitude to you. One for which I am often looked at diagonally, for the straight women often think me a bit strange. Ok, get some air and get out of it: Men, I think you're great. No joke. And no, I'm not crazy.
Men, I think you are good!
I know, we usually find you too messy, too unemotional, tail-driven. I like to meet all of you, maybe even many. But there are so many things that I just love you for.
Talking to you? Wonderfully efficient! What? Who? When? As? Where? Finished. Great right? Not always this:? And then she said and then he said and do you mean that she thinks he believes ??. Women fill their lives with this egg dance. Me too ? but you always bring me down.
Men, let's race!
And you know, what's great? You can have animal fun with you! You do not put every word equal on the gold scale, you can sometimes take a fun at your expense and laughs so wonderfully dirty with me about the worst jokes. With you, you can drink beers and eat pizza without spoiling your mood with conversation about your figure and calories. Because you will find yourself very good, even if there is already a small tummy bulges, or the hairline is thin. Maybe you are more blind, but more relaxed. At least until it comes to sports, or work. Because suddenly a completely senseless fighting spirit awakens in you. Gorgeous, because I love to race with you. And if you lose, then you do not take it personally, then it was just sport or work and in the evening we drink together again a cool Pils and knock each other on the shoulders. Because we are actually really horny guys? both.
Men, you are so calculable
Sure, not everything you say makes perfect sense. Much of what you trumpet about you in this world has little to do with how it actually looks inside of you. But once you understand your roadmap, it follows an incorruptible logic. You're just more calculable than we women? and that's my honest compliment.
Men, please do not leave me!
And last but not least, it's always about superficiality in the end. God, I like your nooks and crannies, broad shoulders, narrow hips, strong hands and hairy forearms. And the wonderful scent of your skin. Some of you smell really good? without Ax and Baldissarini.
So this text goes out to my numerous colleagues, buddies, sports friends, lovers, lovers and loved ones of my life: Please do not leave me. Because without you my life would be damn boring. Cheers, man's day!
