I have no such problem, I found my Dream Woman.
My son was telling me about a conversation he had via phone/text with one of his best friends who had moved away to attend college. The friend texted, “Hey faggot.” Son had a new phone, did not recognize the friend’s number, and was a bit peeved. So he called the mystery number and immediately began blasting the person who answered. Lol. Then all was well, and they continued their normal white American heterosexual male conversation. Second son does not put up with stupidity, so he spends a lot of time on his own or playing ball with anyone who will play. I think second son is more like hubby, and they just don’t like to be around stupid people. LOL First son likes people and likes to hunt, fish, drive in mud, etc.
Why on Earth would I have “meaningful, emotionally revealing” conversation with anyone that doesn’t have boobs? I’ve got enough women in my life that can inflict that kind of torture on me all there own.
If you’re a guy friend of mine all I want is for you to hand me a beer and watch the game in silence.
Most male friends seem to be a lot needier than I am. And a lot of my male middle aged single friends seem to be losing their edge in the manhood dept...turning into stir crazy hausfraus.
I like my solo time, and a lot of the time I spend listening to some of these guys is out of obligation, I don’t want to say pity. I’m just not that needy with men. I can pass the time of day with any man, but a lady’s good intentions can open me up like a nut (perhaps an unfortunate comparison to use lol)
My first thought is: are they gay ?
I never thought that way before we were inundated with the homosexual propaganda 24/7...
There used to be a time two guys could just be buddies and nobody would think a moment about it...
This thread is the best example of its own thesis (whatever that might be.) I went through it seeking vulgar male jokes, such as the one about a man going into a bar with an alligator (or crocodile in another version), that I could send to my male friends, and I found none!
Bill Engvall had a great routine on this:
I was at the gym the other day working out with my buddy. My buddy Joey. And he goes “hey, man, I’m getting a divorce.”
I said “Wow, that sucks. Can you spot me?”
That was our whole conversation! So then I go home to my wife, and I say “Hey, Joey is getting a divorce.”
She goes “Oh, my God! What happened?”
“I dunno.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? Is she cheating on him, is he cheating on her?”
“Again, I’m not holding anything back here, I don’t know!”
She goes “Bill, someone tells you they’re getting a divorce and you don’t ask any questions?”
And I go “Well, that’s because he didn’t ask me a question! He didn’t say ‘hey Bill, what do you think about me getting a divorce?’, he said, ‘I’m getting a divorce’, which said to me, ‘I require no further input on your part.’” If he had said ‘What do you think about me getting a divorce?’, I’d have said, ‘Well, you’re gonna be dating again, so you should work on your abs’.