May 5, 2011 Leave a comment
It’s come to my attention whilst out there in the unmarried streets that there is a little known phenomenon amongst the fairer sex that I like to call “Inflated Man Syndrome”. What is this malady, you ask? I’ll explain.
The other day I was minding my business walking to the water fountain at the gym when a tall, attractive man passed by me. In order to avoid bumping into him, I said ‘excuse me’ and we exchanged polite smiles. Five seconds later, I have the uncanny feeling of eyes boring into the back of my neck. I turn around and there it is. Queue possessive girlfriend. The look on her face says “He’s taken bizitch!” as she twists her neck, rolls her eyes and pokes her bottom lip out at me. But here’s the rub. Her man, while attractive, was clearly not playing for our team. Read more of this post