In the US, where I live and was raised, I just want to drink beer and watch my Dallas Cowboys beat your team’s ass shirt manliness seems to be defined by some sort of cowboy, showing no emotion, going to work and make money, sports, and beer type of man. In some aspects, I may fit into this by enjoying to drink beer, watch sports, and not talk about my emotions in a healthy way. I guess the unmanliest thing that I do for this question’s purpose is simply to question what is a man in the first place. Is it simply because I have a penis. So is being unmanly not having one? Is that a problem? I cry at Pixar movies. I try to hold back those tears when in front of other people but why do I do that. I would much rather just cry. A hurting cowboy (broken bones, substantial wounds or abrasions, burns, arthritis, infected tooth, etc.) would be drinking Laudanum, Lydia Pinkham’s Remedy, or such with typically 30% alcohol and 8–10% opium. Cheap and a powerful pain-killer.
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There we were, perched on our roost, scanning I just want to drink beer and watch my Dallas Cowboys beat your team’s ass shirt the room, getting more desperate as time ticked away. Daring each other to go make a move on some girl. As time passes, we’d get bold and try to hit on a girl even if a guy was there with her. Enough beer will make you braver than ever. Then, I saw her, walking towards us. In all the clubs and bars I’ve ever been to even up to now, this girl was the most beautiful, sexy, and tempting female I’ve ever seen. I was 6′4″ tall, and she was about 5′10″. Jet black hair, sky blue eyes, perfectly proportioned. Centerfold looks. SI swimsuit edition beauty. She stopped right in front of us, checking each of us out. She reached out, took my arm, and said “would you like to dance?” I think I managed to get out a sputtering “sure,” and we headed to the dance floor. I remember thinking “she waited for a slow song to come and ask me!”