The age old topic. May there never be finality.

The material seemed old and used. The ogling at other women, what men need to do to get lucky, and the subtle signals that we're (men) doing something wrong. The venture off into psychology was seemingly quite random. I was generally bored reading this. I had even tried imagining this being stand up. It tanked in my mind.

Then the last line. I had literally read the entire piece without a smirk on my face. I was dead silent to belting out hearty sailor-man laughter, waking up my neighbors. I had to read it twice. It seemed like the tameness of the gig was all a set up to get that one dirty in. As if he had written it, then the wife had edited it and the last second before publishing he got the last line. It made it all work it.