Yesterday found my girlfriend Melissa and I having a rollicking session of afternoon tea and Super Smash Brothers tournament with our friends. I highly recommend combining socialising with seeing Kirby beat the snot out of Bowser, Samus and Zelda. Granted Melissa was Kirby, so perhaps I'm biased in giving that as an example. Sadly though my cute little pixelated ass was handed to me repeatedly whenever I played.
Why is it that when you choose Pikachu and Jigglypuff as your fighters,
everyone seems to join forces in mopping you across the playing field?
So, unable to prove my combat skills, I decided to join the ladies as they sat down to cookies and lemon squares, and discussed how to properly cross-dress as males. This unto itself doesn't worry me. Those who know me well enough know that I would not have even blinked. What does, however, worry me is that I had no real advice to give them on how to look (and perhaps even act) like a guy.
So here is my attempt to reassert my 'Y' chromosome.
I am a man of many things. I am a man of action, but not an international man of mystery. I am a man of my word, and with any luck I even know how to spell whatever word that happens to be. I am a gentleman when I need to be, a scholar when I want to be, and a lover most hours of the day (except from the hours of 4-6 in the morning).
Is this enough> Maybe, maybe not. But I will state this: most importantly of all I'm a man who doesn't leave the toilet seat up.
posted by Phillip at 4:00 PM
