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Beer, Sports and Porn PDF Print E-mail
Written by Ross Cavins   
Thursday, 30 August 2007

That pretty much sums up the thought patterns of a typical American man.  Oh sure, there are males who think differently, but this is what American MEN think about 90% of the time.

I've preached this a thousand times but it's so true.  It's designed in our genetic code.  Most of our thoughts can be broken down into one or more of the above building blocks.

Beer covers everything to do with food and beverages.  If it's a hamburger, we're thinking of that Heineken we'll have with it.  If we've opted for a Diet Coke instead, we're still pretending  it's a brew.  Even if you don't see a drink, we're wishing we had one.  Parties = beer.  Dinner = beer.  Dinner Parties = beer.

 

Beer, Sports and Porn.
Beer, Sports and Porn.
Sports covers all things physical and anything competitive or we might bet on.  It could be a friendly bet, a monetary bet or a bet for who buys the next round.  Our team, your team, their team.  It makes no difference.  From chess to football to rubber ducky regattas, it all comes under sports.

Porn consumes as much as 80% of our thoughts at any given time.  Even if we're thirsty for a beer at a sports game, we're thinking of porn.  Porn in the form of sex, internet pictures, spying on the neighbor sunbathing topless, checking out every woman in every room we enter every day of our waking lives.  Cleavage is a big part of this.  The well-known study says that men think of sex on average of every three minutes.

Nope, wrong.  Try twenty-eight seconds.  I timed it.

If we're around a female, we're thinking about it.  Constantly.  What would she look like with no shirt?  No pants?  In garters?  Sitting down?  With knee socks?  With her hair up?  Picking up that paper she just dropped?  With a beer in her hand and no bra on?  With pigtails?  With a riding crop?

It doesn't matter if she's butt-ugly or super sexy, eighteen or fifty-eight, we can't help but think these things.  It's not a conscious decision, these thoughts just pop in there and it happens so much we don't even realize it.

We could meet a perfect stranger in a business setting and before we've shaken hands, we've undressed her and tried out three positions.  And it is a proven fact, men and women can't just be friends.  Oh, women can, but men can't.  We think about our friend-girls like that more than our girlfriends.  We crave the unattainable and fantasize constantly about what-if scenarios.

Bosses?  Subordinate?  Co-workers?  Fuhgedd-about-it.  They're all fair game for our mental undressing.  It's not a pathological habit, it's genetically coded into every fiber of our being.  It's somewhere on the Y chromosome, we'll find it one day.

Beer, sports and porn.  Once a woman accepts all this, she is on her way to being at ease around men.  They are constants and should be treated as such, because like death and taxes (and peanut butter), they will always be there.

 

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Southern gal IP:71.xxx.xxx.xxx | 2008-05-19 02:36:10
Food for thought (to go w/ your beer, of course): men do not have the monopoly on "every 28 seconds" or it being "genetically coded into every fiber" of their being. Just thought I'd throw that out there... once a lot of men accept this - that some women are more testosterone-filled, obviously, in this area b/c I assume that's the driving factor concerning overly-active sexual hormones - then maybe we'll all start to understand those in this particular predicament a little better.
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