Men Are Such Divas
Ladies we are told all the time we are the irrational ones. We’re told we are flighty. We forever hear that we are too sensitive. No we’re not. Yes we can get our panties in a bunch but let’s face it, when it comes to totally irrational behavior men take the cake. Especially if you step on their toes when it comes to something they are totally wrapped up in.
Does your man have an old car or cars that he works on and protects like it’s his first born child? How about his tools. Maybe it’s his favorite sports team or teams. How about a hobby he spends too much time with. With my husband it’s old Greyhound buses, oh my word his tools, and yes he has a couple of old cars. You do anything that brings that love, loyalty, and most important, his knowledge of the objects of his affection into question and damn you would think you ripped their family jewels from their puffed up bodies and handed them to the guy on a platter along with a death certificate of his first born. You have called into question his intelligence, and jerked the twenty million dollar lottery check he just got out of his hand. And this isn’t just your mate but any man you viciously attack with your arrogance.
They become the kind of diva that would put even RuPaul to shame. At least when RuPaul does it he looks good at it. The average Joe starts to turn red, his eyes bulge out, steam comes pouring out of his ears, and he starts to sputter. My stars I’m always scared they are going to have a flipping heart attack. I managed to step on some poor guy’s toes today and Heavens above the response I got was mind boggling. I didn’t question his knowledge but simply told him the history of something and he treated me like I was basically a dim witted moron who didn’t have a clue what I was talking about. Well after I presented him with some evidence of what I was saying he turned into super sweet guy and is now wanting to help me with a project. God love him.
Oh does my husband get that way about anything? About all of the things I attributed to him earlier to varying degrees but for the love of all that’s holy do not step on his toes when it comes to his Greyhound buses. Yes he own buses, four of them and no they are not toys. That’s OK though, I love them almost as much as he does and when we sent the fifth one he had off on its final journey I cried like a baby.
She was definitely a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set.
"Nice equipment." said Alison.
"Don't I know it."
Would someone please make him stop excreting humanly body fluids?