i.e. There was no such thing as male intuition. Which is crap. Men may
not be the brightest bulbs in the bunch, but we can sense one thing:
when we are being introduced to our girlfriends next lover. Trust me.
Ive been on both sides of this.
I concur. In fact, I have mentally referred to some losers as my “Future Girlfriend’s Future Ex-Boyfriend”.
On days during which I’m feeling particularly arch, I wear an US Postal
Service workshirt that used to belong to a former FGFEB. That’s right,
I stole a girl away from a guy who belongs to the world’s most
Balls of steel, yo. I clank when I walk.