Ladies Only question: How the hell do you tolerate us men?

We’re pigs, we know.

We do the most horrible things, including, but not limited to, asking questions about women, and then excluding women from the conversation.

We fart, belch, leave dirty socks on the floor; never once lifting a finger to help with the kiddies or grocery shopping, preferring to spend the entire day scratch and sniffing while playing that video machine game (I forget its name).

—Truth be told; as a single dad of two, with the mom out of the picture the last seven of the twelve years, I’ve been pretty busy doing women’s chores. Yeah: you read right. I can’t afford help, and the g/f’s I’ve had I haven’t let stay over – preferring to raise the kids that way.

I’ve been cleaning and cooking, making beds and doing laundry – usually all alone – while the princess FB’s and does her nails. The prince does a few dishes, but usually just plays b-ball. Which is fine; it’s what I call “life” – and I am not complaining.

I’ve had to compromise, sacrifice, but I’ve been given so much love in return from them, that now that they are all grown up (well, almost) – and I’m still young enough (that was the plan – and it worked) I can start dating and all options are open; to live with her, for her to move in with me, and even to start another family.

Right now – it’s with a woman who can’t have more babies, but whom I have known for about 8 years – and it’s going great, thanks. Those who are new here, like mamcakes or something, or those who were offended somehow by my tongue in cheek Q Men Only – well, sorry. It was a joke/rant thought that went horribly wrong – mostly by Feminists and Lesbians who then disappeared from fluther anyway.

I’ve seen it all in the long, long time I’ve been here – and those who know me – know I mean no harm and am the first to apologize – and sincerely, at that.

The rest of you, well, kiss my ass. And here’s a dime – get a sense of humour. ZEN OUT