Have you daughters? As well as a wife? Could be another tragic case of testicular defenestration. That’s right, right out the window.
Like this cousin of mine, man’s man, Marine Corps, always seemed to work the conversation around to how tough he was, you know the type. Couldn’t wait for whatever season so he could kill whatever that season was. Damn good shot, too, saw him plug a sparrow with a .30-.30, just to show us he could.
Well, then he got married, which was a pretty good idea, over all, kind of sanded off some of the sharp edges. I could even drink with him some, discuss our…differing viewpoints…for as much as twenty, thirty minutes before he’d casually mention how easily he could maim me. An improvement.
But then came children, three of them, all daughters. The collective influence gradually just wore him down. We go fishing, he’d use lures, couldn’t deal with live bait. Started to share his feelings. Verbally, I mean. We go out to the deer lease, he couldn’t hit a thing, always seem to just barely miss. Couldn’t shoot a deer if he was close enough to kick him in the ass.
Got four daughters now, showers at the Y, pees outside on a tree, doesn’t remember what his bathroom looks like inside.
'Course, I thought I heard tell you were married, but this only applies to men with daughters and wives, so this may not have any bearing at all. Gotta be pretty well outnumbered for the creeping wussification effect to set in. And even if true, there’s no real cure anyway. Forget I mentioned it.
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