Bad breakups, sudden inexplicable psychoses, menstruation. One out of ten men have extreme difficulty coping with these phenomena of the female gender. They are gripped by a sudden debilitating condition known as femiphobia. To them a day at the beach sunning among bikinied beauties with bare skin and semi-exposed breasts is worse than a nightmare of pursuit by knife-wielding nurses at a castration clinic. What can you do to help? If you're a girl: walk up to him, softly caress his cheek, take his hand, wrap your arms around him, search for his lips with yours and plant a gentle kiss on them. After a few repetitions the fear will have magically vanished. If you're a guy: walk up to him, softly caress his cheek, and so on. After a few repetitions there will be no more fears...
Story #283
14 comments:
You really think so ?!!
Good one, Indie. Very funny photo, too.
I have a new site I'm linking this to.
Rust: To be honest, I don't know. But how many of us have really had the experience?
Mrs. Weirsdo: What? Another new site? I already linked to one new site of yours this week! Glad you liked the story.
My first response to your second sentence was "so now 90% of us are gay?"
Doug: The question is: What was your second response to the first sentence!
Hmmm. I had a girl just lean over and kiss me as I was walking through a bar. I will say that it shook every other thought from my head at the time... even the grumpy crabby ones. You may be onto something here. Can I say that you've given me permission to go out and kiss all the guys? Please? =)
Livewire: Go for it! But give me about five hours head start to get to where you are ;-)
Now, see, when I saw that pic the first thing that popped into my head was an old commercial line: "Does she or doesn't she? Only her hairdresser knows for sure."
*faints*
Little Bar! I warned you not to read today's story. Buit I am glad I inspired you to say something besides, "Devil, get thee out!" I promise not to take any liberties while you're fainted.
In which case, I'll see what's in Little Bar's pockets. [rummaging] Two pennies, John Birch membership card, used fruit-flavored condom, multicolored lint, cocktail napkin with a phone number, one linty cherry Sucret, Cross In My Pocket card, half a shoestring.
Thanks for the story, Indie...
You don't have to live with Femiphobia. Call the number below, visit www.femiphobia.com, or see your doctor for more information.
Fun story and picture.
I think the fellow in the picture needs a t-shirt that says, "Sorry, girls, I'm gay!"
the world needs more love for sure!!! Indie, you are a prophet.
AP3 The shirt in question says: "Let's get one thing straight -- I'm not."
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