Sisters, who were so used to the lack of privacy in my presence that they rarely gave it a thought. Only four voices did I block out of courtesy rather than distaste: my family, my two brothers and two Half the sheep-like males were already imagining themselves in love with her, justīecause she was something new to look at. The excitement over her arrival was tiresomely predictable-like flashing a shiny I'd seen the new face repeated in thought after thought from every angle. Today, all thoughts wereĬonsumed with the trivial drama of a new addition to the small student body here. When it came to the human mind, I'd heard it all before and then some. Several hundred of these voices I ignored out of boredom. Warning: Michael pulls no punches and this isn’t for the Go watch this amazing video to find out more: Michael’s decided to share the results with a few women…Īnd totally blow apart what you think you know about men… Suddenly felt like I had X-ray vision into men’s minds… Michael gave me a tiny peek at the survey results and I
The results were juicy, devastating and dangerous… Life understood about men but could NEVER tell her?” “What’s the one thing you desperately wish the woman in your My friend Michael Fiore recently asked over 20,000 men… It was one way to tune out the voices that babbled like the gush of a I stared at the cracks running through the plaster in the far corner of the cafeteria, imagining patterns
I suppose this was my form of sleep-if sleep was defined as the inert state between active periods. The tedium was not something I grew used to every day seemed more impossibly monotonous than the last. Or was purgatory the right word? If there was any way to atone for my sins, this ought to count toward the tally in some measure. This was the time of day when I wished I were able to sleep.