It’s 11 p.m. at the Bourbon Street Bar, and Roselyn’s gyrating her hips to the blues band, Sue’s sipping a cocktail and flirting with her new boyfriend, and Alan is scanning the crowd for cute girls.
“See those two?” a buxom blonde asks, pointing to an elegant couple at the bar. “They were caught having sex in their golf cart a few weeks ago. It happens a lot!” Read more
In the interests of bringing the genders closer, or at least exposing some of the differences, we’ve put together a list of 25 things that a typical man loves that makes no sense to the typical woman. Read more
What is it about most men I’ve come across in my many years that makes it impossible for them to admit to a physical illness? It’s almost as if the fact that a “bug” has chosen to land upon them is a sign of personal weakness and NO bug will get the “best” of any male I know!
I’ve lived with the light of my life for fifty years and he’s never admitted to having a cold — regardless of the trail of tissues and sneezes resounding through the house! When I suggest some extra Vitamin C or that latest remedy for the common sniffles that you “stick up your nose” he just looks at me. I’m sure it’s to his credit that he doesn’t suggest some other place I might aim the spray!
I, on the other hand, believe in a different kind of spray. After the third sneeze I dig through the cupboards to retrieve the disinfecting spray and I will go nowhere in the house without squirting — I move in a haze of germ fighters until his “blowing” stage has passed and the coughing begins.
My beloved is always surprised since he really hasn’t had a cold, and he’s not quite sure where the coughing is coming from. I am always relieved when the coughing begins — the germs have gone away by then according to my reasoning — Of course now it’s important to “Blow your nose, don’t swallow!”
