I assume I’m a man’s man. I enjoy men’s activities: belching, scratching and watching sports (and “Gilmore Girls” when no one is looking) on TV.
I enjoy being with other men – especially guys named Joe, Chuck, Bo and for some unexplained reason, Ferdinand.
However, being a man’s man 24/7 can be a daunting task.
I’ve made it a point never to sing show tunes in the shower, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
I continue to pump iron at the gym, although fear of undressing in the locker-room continues to be on my weekly therapy agenda.
At first, I really enjoyed Sea Shanty night at my local karaoke bar, but lately I’ve been thinking about signing up for a ceramics class.
Don’t get me wrong. I still love singing “Blow the Man Down” while I’m soaping up, and nothing brings me greater joy than asking a gym buddy, “Hey, will you spot me on the bench?”
Perhaps we men’s men need to give our Testosterone a break now and then.
I think I’m going to start by retiring my “Hi, I was just inducted into the Airline Pilot’s Hall of Fame. What’s your name?” pickup line.
Ben Alper writes for late night talk show hosts, comedians and others. He is the author of “Thank You for Not Talking: A Laughable Look at Introverts.”