Any man more vain than his rib or paramour
Is a poor choice
Last month when I was on camp staff, my husband took our older sons (and the 12-year-old) to the zoo. He texted me, “Bill has a girlfriend!” Bill’s our oldest son, 27. “Oh? I thought Bill was too self-absorbed for that.”
“It’s his cat. He talked about her all day and kept showing us pictures and wondering how she was doing all day.”