Better than a supermarket!

For most of my non-adult life (which technically means until about two years ago), I had a serious inferiority complex when it came to the female species. Right from day one, I could not understand these exotic creatures. They were a complete mystery to me. Now this made for some rather uncomfortable times in my yoot, considering I was kind of surrounded by the beasties as a kid. I grew up thinking that I was in no way attractive to these female creatures, that I could never be good enough for them; in short that I was a frog among princesses.

I was the guy with the good personality.

Suffice to say as a result I never really sowed my wild oats. The closest I came was to toss about a bit of mild granola. Now I had all these buddies who were apparently Don Juans … or at least so they said. But I just could not seem to master the art. I won’t say I never turned heads walking into a crowded bar, but it was because I was wearing some outrageous costume and not recognition of my Adonis-like charms.

Now that I am older and wiser, … I still don’t understand the female species. They are still a complete mystery to me. I just now understand that I am no different from all other men. We are all frogs among princesses. No need to feel inferior. It’s just the way things are guys! So now that I know my failure rate with woman is no higher than the norm, I am in my forties so am considered too old by half the nubile population. Talk about irony.

So I have to admit the other day I was doing some visiting and apparently caused quite a stir. I was turning female heads left and right. Several woman gigglingly approached me and many others were definitely checking me out. I was totally messing up the routine! I was definitely feeling all manly! This frog was suddenly touting peacock feathers! What a thrill! I guess I had just been looking in all the wrong places! I was throughly feeling the young stud!

Yep I need to visit the Dementia Ward more often!