Friday, January 29, 2010

I guess I'm not a guy.

I don't think I am much of a man. When I see all the things guys do/like/have/want, maybe I am male by gender and physical build only, and just not a dude in the sense of.....a dude. Think about it:

I don't own a pickup truck. And I have no desire to ever own one. I like my car. It gets me from point A to B. I have made zero attempts to genderize it, so you'll never see a set of these hanging from the back bumper. I don't cover it with NRA stickers, or bikini inspector stickers, or anything that relates to the Bears. Hell, I am not a big football fan. Sure, I'll watch it, but I don't schedule my life around the thing. I can't recall the last Super Bowl I watched from kickoff to trophy presentation. My life is also not scheduled around the SI swimsuit issue or the Victoria's Secret fashion show. I don't like to hunt. Oh - I love me some meat. I'm just glad I don't need to kill it myself. The same with fishing. Sitting in a boat tricking sea kittens is not a good day out for me. But tasting them is.

I wonder if there is a checklist I can find to verify how "guy" I am...

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