The Differences Between Us
I was in a diner, talking with my Lady Wonder Wench when I got a sudden itch on the back of my hand. So I started scratching it with some of the stubble on my chin. That was just another reminder of how lucky I am to be a man. I can stubble scratch my hands, my arms, some of my shoulders and even parts of a leg if an itch alert happens. Women can't do that. \n\tI like women, but they have a tough life. My lady recently had to take a mammogram. I don't even like the word, "mammogram." It sounds like the woman needs to squeeze her breasts into something like a pdf file, and email it to some doctor. Seriously, I got a fast lesson in how tough it must be to be a woman a long time ago, and I'll never forget it. \n\tMy Lady and I were going home from a concert, and we were walking a couple of blocks to where I'd parked our car. It was kind of a slow walk because I was on crutches after a knee operation. It was late at night, and it wasn't in the best part of Manhattan. All of a sudden I noticed three or four guys who had obviously been partaking of way over the limit amounts of adult beverages coming down the street towards us. They were being kind of noisy. I didn't know what to expect. \n\tNow I'm not an especially big guy, but I'm strong, and I have some martial arts training, and I have always been very well able to take care of myself. But I was on crutches. I knew that if I lost a crutch in a fight I'd fall down. As it happened, the guys just kept walking past us. I don't think they even saw us. But at that moment I realized how vulnerable women must feel all the time. And I'll never forget how chilly my spine got. With some few exceptions, most men are simply bigger and stronger than most women. That means women in public almost always have to be on guard, because there are some nasty guys out there. I will never forget that chilly feeling, and it's one of the reasons I always hold my Lady's hand when we're walking together. Always. She says it makes her feel safe. Bingo.