Of course you do...how many millions of me are
there? Yeah, you've seen us all punching our
timecards for the boss man five mornings a week,
then again on those afternoons to retreat to the bar
to talk of pro sports and reminisce about those
conquests of our youth, or perhaps to go right home
after a long work day and zone out on the couch in
front of the tube, until the next morning when we
have to do it all over again. We watch our sports on
weekends, shout and roar when our heroes we never
were get the upper hand, then show off our
knowledge of their accomplishments and what
makes them good or not.
That's right, you all know me...I'm your typical blue
collar Joe. In this "ME" generation of ours, this
techno world of credit cards and cell phones, that
doesn't appeal to many of you women out there, so
many of you are brainwashed by the media to obsess
about those material posessions that you forget the
two main things you want from men...respect and
consideration
