Unless You Have Balls

All you ladies, stop reading this now. Thanks.

Now, isn’t it great being a guy?

We don’t get on our period, we never feel like this, we can enjoy beer properly, we can stay online totally naked, man and nobody will care, we can safely walk the streets at night… I can go on forever, you know.

Tonight, after being stood up in a nice and politically correct way, I just hung out in aether. After the first beer I bought, I met this guy, who is a cop. We later pulled up some chairs at a seemingly vacant table and talked for the rest of the evening.

The best part? I don’t even know his name. I don’t even remember where I know the dude from. I don’t think he remembers any of this about me either. Girls can’t do this stuff. Girls start off with each other’s names. Not knowing that essential detail means they cannot have a real conversation. You should see how eerie a conversation between two girls that don’t know each other goes.

So, in essence, us guys have it great because no only can we appreciate beer to its full value, we can also appreciate other people ( dudes, preferably )  regardless of unimportant details.

And if you’re a girl and you read this, there’s hope for you yet.