Women Form Queues for Wankers
July 10, 2011 § 12 Comments
I need to talk about the lack of men.
I need to talk about the injustice of any of the available men that do exist, even the crap ones, always having an infinite choice of women.
Not so long ago in a magazine, there was an article by a man around forty I think, whose wife had died. There was a double-page photograph of him in the foreground and behind him a veritable queue of attractive women lining up for his delectation. There was an expression on his face so smug that it was as if he were Lord Bloody Muck himself.
I bloody nearly threw up into my museli. He did not look physically even remotely attractive. From the words he wrote – which, to sum up, went along the lines that now he was a young widower, there were women everywhere throwing themselves at him and he was in clover – nor was he a very attractive character either. And yet, hey, he had so much choice, he was like a spoilt toddler in a sweetshop. Oh, lucky, lucky fellow. Oh happy, happy man.