That's my kind of romance, totally old fashioned,
none of this tasteless virtual undressing...
Am trying to think hard when was the last time I met a real gentleman, a mirage...
I don't think they produce old fashioned men anymore.
They produce either elusive, mercurial, deranged men who don't know what they want and who can't differentiate their ass from their head -- assuming they have one...
or they produce stiff, rigid, retrograde ones wagging morality fingers...
or they produce the instant man -- the modern sex robot whose idea of romance is dug up from a porn film...
The male EGO is such an ugly thing, but above all it is predictable and o'so boring...
Blah !
And maybe from all the male DUNG, I've met in my life --- a rose will spring.
