blowback from the Viagra challenge

Ok, look. I have been getting some heat about my Viagra challenge post. (If you haven't read it, then read it first (dated 11/28/2004) and then come back here.) It appears the female reader (all one of them) took exception to my drop the cookies and work out post. This defies the obvious. Allow me to explain. Men and women are different. Men are visual beasts, women are physical/emotional beasts. A woman can look at a man's wang for hours and it won't do a thing for her. By 10 minutes into the process, she is comparing it to vegetables, or how it resembles that wrinkled old person who rooms next to Granny in the retirement home. It makes no difference. I know there are some women who can look at a man and get hot. Most women don't. When they sigh looking at Hugh Jackman, they aren't thinking about him naked. They are thinking about undressing him themselves, rubbing him, kissing him, etc. THEN, they get hot. All men need is part of a nipple, or a pubic hair of a woman on the floor and poof, Mr. Happy gets up. Think I'm crazy? Let's explore. Guys, go to your woman (wife, girlfriend, etc). Drop your pants and shake your thing at her. She'll roll her eyes. Turn your rear to her and give it a shake. Aside from ruining her supper, she'll tell you to get that thing out of her face. Now ladies, you do the same thing. In fact, don't undress, just go up to your man and gyrate your hips at him with a smile. See how long you stay clothed. This is why there are more subscribers to any one of Playboy, Hustler, car magazines, wrestling magazines and any other magazine that features women in no or little clothing than *all* the women's Playgirl equivalents combined. It's a fact of life. Look, a man is a visual slug. We can't help it. We will contort ourselves in more ways than a dozen pretzels playing twister just to gaze at a bra in an open shirt. Hoping that maybe a part of a nipple will show. And should we see said bra, we immediately start thinking about the boob behind the bra and how we'd love to be that bra cup. We're perverts. It's our nature. When a man holds a door open for her, he is not being polite. He is looking at her chest on the way into the door and her rear after she goes through the door. It's not chivalry, it's lust. Plain and simple.

And that brings me to the Viagra challenge. What ruins a visual fantasy? When reality crashes in. If we men go to our bathroom and a pubic hair of our (wife, girlfriend, etc) is on the floor or toilet, we will start daydreaming about where it came from and how nice that spot is. And just that thought will make Mr. Happy perk up thinking "oh yeah, I know where that came from". Then the 250 pound wildebeest of reality kicks the door down, her rolls oozing everywhere, while "complaining forcefully" at you for not getting something done for her, she tells you to move it as she is going to take a dump. She then plops her oversized can on the toilet, her rolls covering up any sign of Mrs. Happyspot. At this point, Mr. Happy has been traumatized so bad that he has curled up so far inside of himself, that it will take 2 scooby snacks and a month of therapy just to get him to come out again. Visually driven. So, how do you make a visual thing work best? Simple, you make it look it's best. That means, drop the cookies and get to the gym...

Good night.