Let me apologize in advance for offending some of you by today's post. Sometimes there is only one way to say a thing.
Then, there are Real Men. These are the guys who hold doors, change diapers and tires, kiss their grandmothers, provide for their families, dance with their wives and run for miles holding onto the seat of the newly training-wheel free bicycle. Real men are comfortable in their skin and can cross traditional barriers because they know who they are.
And he'll have his choice of lovely ballerinas . . . unlike the truck guy . . . who will be reving his engine thinking every chick will get all hot and bothered by his big . . . wheels.