… Yes they’re tired of reading their romance novels with the tall, dark, and handsome horse groomer who sweeps her off her feet, cooks her breakfast every morning, and never smells after a hard day of work. Then they put the book down and there’s Al Bundy across the room with his hand down his pants, or his finger up his nose, his pot belly all hanging out of his pants, his stinky feet smell drifting across the room…. No wonder.
WOMEN! Stop selling yourself lies! Men stink, they get fat with age, they gray, they bald, GET OVER IT! Love them for it! You expect them to love you when you’re boobs are hanging down to your knees and those crows feet are deeper than the Grand Canyon, and you’ve got road map stretch marks.