Randy and I were watching the new Newlywed Game the other day; we like to play along sometimes. The husbands were asked which of the wive’s female friends were most like a dude. I thought about this for awhile and came to the realization:
I’m the dude in my circle of friends.
Using the criteria the contestants use, I’m the dude. I burp. I fart. I’ve been known to kick a little ass. Granted, all of this was in the past. Oh, I still burp and fart, I just refrain from doing so in company. And my butt-kicking days are probably behind me now; I’m old and falling apart. Still, I have stereotypical male attitudes towards many things (when is our wedding anniversary again??), and can geek out to Star Wars with the best of ‘em. I’ve smoked a couple of cigars and even tried chewing tobacco once (I was 11 then I think). Both were gross, but I did it.
Ladies, you can now relax. Because I’m the dude.
