It's time for me to strip the subject naked and define what men really want.

I've read enough from women telling us what we want, and way to much from femi-men, who are pandering to the opposite sex in hope of being invited into the sack based on their sensitivity.

The way I see it, women want a mate for various reasons, security, companionship to help them whip up some babies, but men want sex.

They want it first.
They want it second.
They want it last.

Anything that happens inbetween does matter to a certain extent, but it is that primative drive that keeps them off the porch and sniffing around the neighborhood.

We take the heat for something that is not our fault.

Why? It is in our hardwiring, the result of eons of evolution. Either that, or it is God's grand joke at creation? Okay, Adam, you got Eve; she's hot. Why are you poking around in the neighbor's garden. Oh, because of the animal sex drive I created you with? Yeah, I know it wasn't nice, but it's fun watching you say and do anything to get in her loin cloth. Being God is boring sometimes. You always know what's going to happen. Will you get lucky tonight? Adam, that is for me and the babe in the garden to know.

We men know why you want a mate; we really do. Why can't you just understand how we're built and try to work with it? At least we all would understand the rules, and that would put an end to the philandering Dr. Phil who is really not on our side or God's.

Now I'll go to confession and say ten Hail Mary's, but not before checking out that hottie in the third pew.

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