Beta-Male
Yesterday during a Sunday afternoon in the Mission I was walking down 24th street with my dear friend Eleanor. I stopped her for a moment to snap a picture of her in this nice light that exists on a side street, since I don't have a picture of her. As this is occurring a man in a pickup truck yells "NICE TITS!" maybe a "WOOO!" was thrown in there, but I'm not sure.
"Did he really just say that to you?" I asked.
"Yep."
"You should really be flattered by all this attention you are receiving."
We walked a little bit further and strolled into the coffee shop. I turned to here and said
"By not running over and pulling that guy out of his truck and bashing his head against the pavement, and or closing his head in the car door repeatedly, have I abdicated my role as "the alpha-male"?"
"Quite possibly, you should hang your head in shame." She noted dryly.
" I guess that is the role that I am supposed to play then, you know, the beta-male. I think that I'm going to have shirts made that just say BETA MALE. This will quash any expectations of chivalry from the opposite sex, I mean I don't want to get anyone's hopes up."
Comments
I think that would be a pretty good middle ground. Silent yet assertive. Nice.
I'd go with a vintage pistol holder though.
But did you forget about it? I guess so since you guys like, totally mugged down.