To A Few Good Ladies.
Ladies, please. We get it. Respect you? Check. Love you? Check. Lie to you when you want? Er…check! Tell you your behind is the only one we see at the airport or particularly at places with high feminine traffic? Check.
But what about us?
We want to be pampered too. We like it when you buy our favorite scent or one you think we’d like too. We like when you show us off to your friends too. We like it when you send a car to pick us up for a surprise dinner too. And please, don’t be afraid to lie to us. Tell us we’re finer than Idris Elba – even though its a case of a six-pack versus one. Write us little notes that remind us you think about us through your terribly hectic day. And in bed, don’t fake it. Please. You’re not feeling us, do tell. We’ll tear Mount Vesuvius down to please you.
And don’t worry about us deserving all that. We know what we want, and we’re not afraid to work for it. After all, there’s a reason you chose us.
So can we work together – and take back the family? We’re a team o – all this rivalry is only going to put us at odds with each other.
– To a few good ladies. From a few good men.