Now that I've attracted that attention of the fine women around here, which was my goal, here's my story.
1) As always, a man needs a woman who's more like a dog than a cat. Cats, you see, will leave you for anyone with better cat food. Dogs you see, will simply refuse to eat and bark at you until you get them better dog food. A dog, would never leave his master for better dog food.
2) Women are really in charge. Always have been, always will be. Anyone who's ever thought they weren't, hasn't met a real one (woman that is) yet.
Now. On the two last names.
The women are in charge, that's fine. But don't be showing up to a cocktail party with my boyz and be introducing yourself like, "Hi. I'm SCSA's wife, Mary Johnson SCSA." I lose face. All my boyz now are asking, "What's up with SCSA. The guy can't even find a woman to take his name."
Then, what about 100 years from now. I've worked my arse off to create a better life for SCSA's down the line from me. And now some Ho wants to water down my name? No friggin way!
You want a nice house, fine. A nice car, sure. New skis, of course. But your name is SCSA is damn it, not Johnson SCSA.
One more thing.
When my woman is walking down the street, I want people to say, "That's SCSA's wife, Mary SCSA."
I'm as proud of my wife as a hooker with new shoes. I want the world to know she's mine and that I'm hers. I pay for the house, the car, everything else you can imagine.
But there's only one last name - mine. I don't it's too much to ask.
[ June 25, 2002, 09:40 PM: Message edited by: SCSA ]