“they aren’t a female,” we respond to.

Ralph rolls his attention. “at the very least, you would like manly men. Testosterone is your Kryptonite.”

He or she isn’t completely wrong. The last guy I’d been involved in was 6’4″, another ex-boxer, who would grown up in the south-side of Chicago and thus reeked of conventional masculinity he’d been cast as police and toughs in biggest motion pictures. Continue reading →