Man Munchies

I am not about to climb onto my high horse, but I know a lot about the world. I'm pretty good at math, I have creative bouts here and there, and as you can hopefully tell from this blog, I'm also a darn good writer. However, there is one thing that I will not even try to understand:

the "man's man".

I mean, I thought I understood the opposite sex. I know that men and women have completely different trains of thought - I get that. But apparently, there's a huge, clear difference between being a "man" and being a "man's man". I'm at dinner, and my one guy friend remarks that he is so hungry he could eat a pizza. Thinking that it was simply playful banter, I jokingly told him to prove it. Now, he argued by saying that a simple "man" wouldn't go through with it, but he wasn't a simple "man" - he was a "man's man".

Twenty minutes later, he was working on his 7th piece, while my other friends were getting paranoid at his possible impending sickness. But there I was, surprising myself at how supportive of him I was being. I was the one egging him on: pounding on the table, getting him a glass of water like those competitive hot-dog eaters. What was going on? When did a "man's man" become such a magnetic trait? And where did that entire pizza go?