Some Men Might Be Pigs
Dear Bitter Single Guy: I’m involved with this girl. OK, I’m married, but it’s not the happiest relationship. If that wasn’t enough, I’ve been working with younger and really cute girls. I stopped working there, but stop by every now and then to say hi and flirt.
The dilemma I have is which one do I take to this party coming up (wife will be out of town), the 21 year old herbal remediest, or the 19 year old with the great butt? ~Flaunting What I Got~
Dear FWIG: Wow. The Bitter Single Guy needs to say again: Wow. Normally, he wouldn’t take the opportunity to answer a letter like yours because really…what would he say? But every now and then, the BSG takes the opportunity to inspire a little rage in his readers. Right now, every woman who has read your letter would enjoy nothing more than to see you on Oprah being eviscerated in front of her screaming audience. You would be history faster than Oprah could say “Tom, get off the damned couch!”
But wait, there’s more! FWIG, the BSG should also let you know that there are tons of MEN who are also wishing for you to be removed from the gene pool. Some of these gentlemen may have just convinced the women in their lives that men are not really the pigs that we’re so often made out to be. Not to say that there are not other Randy Rapscallions out there who are saying “Dude, no WAY!” with big grins on their faces. The BSG guesses that you all go out for a brew ever now and then, yes?
Then there’s you. Really, FWIG…wow. The Bitter Single Guy wishes, as he does for all his readers, that you get exactly what’s coming to you. Good luck with that. ~BSG~

