apparently, its always the penis.
so i was watching millionaire matchmaker on bravo.
and the woman fixes up millionaires.
and typically they are 40 somethings looking for 22 year old/blonde/model slash actresses - y'know. Eye candy. Arm candy. Whatever.
So she meets this guy, peter, thats all into tai chi and meditation and shiat.
and he's 40 something and looking for women HIS age (which shocks and impresses the hell out of the millionaire matchmaker). Women who dont wear makeup. Women who arent model slash actresses.
So the matchmaker sets up this cruise for peter and a typical stereotypical millionaire looking for arm candy. 20 of the women are the woodsy types that peter is looking for and the other 20 are moreso your typical millionaire fodder.
so who does peter choose? not the pilates instructor, not the journalist, but a 22 year old model slash actress.
and the matchmaker was telling him he was making a horrible choice and he was like "will you just stfu, bc i get along with her!" and then peter and the model slash actress went on their date and had a horrible time.
guess peter thought not with his heart but with his peter.
two words: typical male.
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