I admit, saying that all men are like antelopes is a sweeping statement. Not all men are like antelopes, it’s true. Some of them are. Many of them are. Well, whether most of them are is still out for review. We will never really have the hard data. I do know some men who most likely are not like antelopes, now that I’ve been thinking about it for a day or two. They would not deceive a potential mate for sexual gain. No, they would not.
Here they are, in the order in which they came to me:
Mr. Ellsworth, my 9th grade World Civilization teacher. Out of nowhere, he stood up on our desks, to make a point. Took a running start sometimes. He had other things to think about.
Ernest, my former mailman, in Chicago. He was so nice. He was the nicest man in the Midwest, maybe America. He waited when he saw me coming with my dog, so that we could walk with him. Barney didn’t like many people. Barney loved Ernest. We gave him a plaid scarf for Christmas, to match his uniform. It is cold in Chicago.
I am not so sure about my current mailman.
Matt Lauer. Maybe not Matt Lauer. No. Yes, Matt Lauer. Matt Lauer is not like an antelope.
The podiatrist who scraped the corn off of my toe two years ago. He was more like a lemur.
Okay, that’s it.
Wait, not Matt Lauer.