Last night, I spontaneously socialized with two guys. In my world, this is news. I typically barely have one male friend, let alone two, let alone two in the same room. It's no secret that I better relate to the opposite gender. This has far more to do with men than it does with women.
But there I was, enjoying bro talk with bros. I actually enjoyed myself. The conversation had nuance and substance. And yes, that surprised me. Perhaps I'm growing. Perhaps I'm branching out. Perhaps—
"Hey John, we're heading to Cheerleaders Strip Club. Wanna come with?"
Ah, there it is.