not one of the guys

you are not one
of the guys.
you've known this
all of your life.
you don't play
cards or hunt, or
camp, or fish. you
don't see yourself
in a cabin in
the woods with five
guys shooting the breeze,
drinking all night,
talking endlessly
about the glory years
and the local
teams and what ifs.
you don't need
a sports car, or
a pool, or a house
overlooking
the ocean. you don't
need to ride your
bike in a costume
with six other similarly
dressed guys. you
like to play
sports and then
go home and after
a shower, a
sandwich and a
nap, go out with
a strong, long
legged woman
who doesn't mind
wearing lipstick
and a short dress
and is happy to see you.
you are not one
of the guys, and
never will be.