Fools of Attraction

My lady colleagues are self-admittedly weak kneed for intellectual men - the types who pull quotes from literature as part of their strategies of romantic pursuit. This is, of course, in addition to being both rich, dashing and of the alpha male descript. Alpha male?

Please Fire Me

Here comes another alpha male,
and all the other alphas
are snorting and pawing,
kicking up puffs of acrid dust

while the silly little hens
clatter back and forth
on quivering claws and raise
a titter about the fuss.

Here comes another alpha male-
a man's man, a dealmaker,
holds tanks of liquor,
charms them pantsless at lunch:

I've never been sicker.
Do I have to stare into his eyes
and sympathize? If I want my job
I do. Well I think I'm through

with the working world,
through with warming eggs
and being Zenlike in my detachment
from all things Ego.

I'd like to go
somewhere else entirely,
and I don't mean
Europe.

- Deborah Garrison

Come to work in Singapore, Deborah, not a lot of alphaMs to tolerate if you survive the henhouse.

I can't refute the attraction to alpha males though. After all, on the flip side - deeply rooted in every metrosexual is a secret desire for... hmm... there isn't a pop term for it - a bad chick. A real beef-ripping, man-eatin', commitment-fearing lollipop. This attraction to Jane the Ripper surely derives from a twist of Freudian argument which I'm too daft to explain - I'm no hypothetist, I just try to describe what's there. And it's there alright.

This morning at the altar I asked for 3 things. More love on earth today than yesterday, more peace, and help with making more enlightened decisions. Should have added larger nuts to the list.

Thanks for reading. I'm paul & I just discovered brushing after lunch.