Men Are Dirt Bags

“What men desire is a virgin who is a whore.”  – Edward Dahlbert

I’ll be the first to admit that men are not perfect. On the other hand due to the very legitimate concerns in our society regarding the sensitivities of sexual preferences and the objectification of women, some of us men get a bad rap simply because we are attracted to the female form. This is especially true in terms of how men choose to express that attraction. Most of us guys are sweethearts who love and respect our wives and girlfriends. But make no mistake, in terms of how men desire and want women, men are dirt bags.

I know there are women reading this saying that this is not true of their precious sons or their dear sweet papas. Ladies, I got news for you, those men are all dirt bags too. We have all perfected the sweet and innocent routines around our families.

Have you ever found it disturbing how some people will dress up dogs in little cute outfits? The dog really does not want to be treated that way. The dog wants to be treated like a dog. He wants to eat bloody red meat and lick his own ass.

We are constantly trying to dress up men into something they are not. We want men who desire walks on the beach, chocolate truffles, and romantic sunsets. A man wants to be treated like a man. He wants to eat bloody red meat and lick, well more on that in a bit.

I will say that men are about appearances a little more than a dog is, although albeit not by much. There is a popular R&B song with a rap interlude that states that men want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed. I said yeah-ah.

At the company dinner party men want to arrive with Eliza Doolittle from “My Fair Lady.” We want her to sip her tea from the little cup grasped by her white gloved hand and state very clearly and concisely that the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain. We want this appearance largely because we do not want our male friends checking out our wives or girlfriends in the same manner that we check out theirs.

When the door closes in private quarters men want Eliza to abandon her Pygmalion role and become possessed; tearing off her clothes and becoming so wild that her head starts spinning around as she chants “F*** me! F*** me!”

I hope this clears up the misconceptions about the delicate and interwoven desires in the hearts of men.

Men are what we are.  Yes, I know. Dirt bags.