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The Difference Between Boys and Girls is Not Just What’s Between Their Legs

Wow – what an interested set of comments (and emails) I received after yesterday’s post. Although most of the comments that appeared in my comments section were geared toward the fact that I looked old, angry, sad or like a Calvin Klein model in my photo ID’s (more on that later), I received an unbelievable number of personal emails about my experience at the bar on Sunday night.

Nearly all the men who emailed me commented on how exciting it sounded and wanted to know if more had actually happened (sorry to disappoint). Some even shared their own similar stories. Yet every woman who commented expressed varying degrees of worry- one going so far as to say she’s concerned with my “recent escapades”*. I guess this is a societal thing since women are often treated as sexual objects and, unfortunately, often become victims. Consequently, being in a situation like this would, understandably, make them vulnerable and uncomfortable. Meanwhile, men are just pigs (gay or straight) so I guess they see such a situation as an erotically charged moment of fun.

For me, I think I fall somewhere in between. It was definitely not a scene I can admit to being 100% comfortable with. I never felt vulnerable or in any danger, but I guess my self-esteem (as always) was working full force at preventing me from fully enjoying it. Plus, I’m not a big fan of crowds, dark places and loud music.

OK – enough of that….now I’m here to prove to my friend, Karyn, that I’m still just as baby-faced as I once was. The reason my ID’s are so somber is that I hate, loathe, detest my smile. However, just for Karyn and against my better judgement, here are some smiley me’s:

Oh, and to prove my youthful innocence isn’t just on the outside, I want you all to know that I took that Real Age test (as seen on Oprah, so it must be valid) and I actually am (on the inside) nearly 4 years younger than I actually am, thank you very much. You all should take the test, too and let me know your results ( Be prepared, it asks lots of questions and you’ll need to know your cholesterol levels (good and bad), heart rate and number of milligrams of vitamins you take every day.


*I don’t know of any other escapades I’ve had recently. This is the first time I’d been to the Ramrod in nearly 15 months. And the other Boston bars I’ve been to in the past year (a whopping 3 times) were Club Cafe and dbar (more pseudo-high-end, see-and-be-seen types of places). Oh, I did go to Fritz once, but that place is like a sidewalk cafe with walls of opened windows opening up on to the sidewalk.


  1. Comment by karyn on February 22, 2006 12:13 pm

    Love it! Especially the beach photo. That’s my Snarl! I don’t think all men are pigs; I adore men. Maybe I’ve watched one too many Dateline NBC episodes… Ah…not to harp on it, but weren’t you the guy who a few posts ago was all about how revolting he found public displays of anything? Hem hem. Just asking.

  2. Comment by Ben on February 22, 2006 1:40 pm

    Hm. Backtracking nicely! LOL

  3. Comment by Doug on February 22, 2006 2:10 pm

    Karl…You really shouldnt wear blue sequins..and did you borrow that hair from Ann Miller? Oh…wait…thats you on the RIGHT side of the picture…nevermind….

  4. Comment by Will on February 22, 2006 3:49 pm

    Karyn, it’s a cultural thing between men and woman. A man can refer to another man as a pig or sex pig and mean it as a high compliment. And the guy he called a pig would probably take it as
    exactly that. And hey, I adore men, too!

  5. Comment by Will on February 22, 2006 4:03 pm

    Oh, and the picture in the upper right: “The shores are alive with the sound of music!”

  6. Comment by chrispy on February 22, 2006 5:25 pm

    sex is natural sex is fun sex is best when its 5, 6, (10?) on one! you may not be totally comfortable being groped in the dark by a bunch of strangers in a backroom of a nightclub, but honey, YOU DID GET *THAT* FAR SO PUT YOUR (insert neuroses here) ASIDE AND EFFING ENJOY YOURSELF. apparently youre not totally UN-comfortable with said situation either. live a little eh? ::: methinks the lady doth protest too much.

  7. Comment by Brad on February 28, 2006 12:33 pm

    Well, I took the realage test as you said . . . and I’m at least 6 years below my “real age”. Not bad! Signed, Mr. Vanity

  8. Comment by Kim on May 10, 2006 9:17 pm


    Looks like your page was heavily hit by spam…

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