And of course there's the other type of man who's afraid his enormous (!) logging boots will soil the lovely carpet and his evil animal lusts will break all the good china ... so he just creeps self-deprecatingly into the room, snatches a scrap of meat, and bolts
...or the guy who drives up to the house on a motorcycle and is carrying flowers as he approaches the door but then faints on your porch and you try to be helpful and nice but don't really know what to do because you're only 19 and then you don't hear from him for a while and then you find out that he basically told your mutual friends that he dropped you because you opened your door too readily. Which is why it is sometimes hard to be empathetic and/or compassionate in regards to male frailty.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
