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Testosterone -- The Wonder Drug

I want to be a man in my next life. Not that I don't love being a woman, but there's got to be something about having an abundance of testosterone that makes a person confident beyond belief. Case in point: I was approached by a man as I left work yesterday. I'll paint the picture...

I had just pulled out of the parking lot of my job and was driving through the neighborhood when I came to a stop sign. Since it wasn't a four-way stop, I looked both ways before proceeding. When I got ready to go, I noticed a man on a bicycle. Since I know that a car is much bigger than a bike, I decided to let him pass in front of me. What happened next can only be explained by testosterone-induced fortitude.

This brother had to be at least 50-years-old. I'm hoping that he's seen better days because his present state didn't appeal to me at all. He was sweaty and appeared to homeless, helpless, hapless, and hopeless. However, he still thought enough of himself to roll up to my window and let me know how gorgeous I was. I thanked him and was prepared to keep it moving when he started trying to give me his playa lines. It took everything within me not to say, "Are you kidding me right now??? I'm in a car and you're on a bike!" Instead, I just smiled and went on my way.

Again, if testosterone can give you the boldness to approach a woman in a car when you're on a bike, that's what I need.

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Angela L. Braden, Writer, Speaker, Professor said…
Girl, you moving up in the world. Blue collars to bike riders. LOL!

Circles, girl, circles... That's what we need to be looking for.
April 5, 2008 at 5:56:00 PM EDT
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