Good Night

I was in a diner, talking with my Lady Wonder Wench when I got a sudden itch on the back of my hand. So I started scratching it with some of the stubble on my chin. That was just another reminder of how lucky I am to be a man. I can stubble scratch my hands, my arms, some of my shoulders and even parts of a leg if an itch alert happens. Women can't do that. I like women, but they have a tough life. My lady recently had to take a mammogram. I don't even like the word, "mammogram." It sounds like the woman needs to squeeze her breasts into something like a pdf file, and email it to some doctor. Seriously, I got a fast lesson in how tough it must be to be a woman a long time ago, and I'll never forget it. My Lady and I were going home from a concert, and we were walking a couple of blocks to where I'd parked our car. It was kind of a slow walk because I was on crutches after a knee operation. It was late at night, and it wasn't in the best part of Manhattan. All of a sudden I noticed three or four guys who