It’s an unflattering characterization of people. I hate to poke fun at any one gender but the harsh reality is that I’ve only experienced the humiliation of being a man.

For some reason this reminds me of a time back at school. There was a girl in my Existential Philosophy Class that I thought was nice, so I asked her if she’d like to go for a coffee. (“No.”) ‘Not a coffee drinker eh???’

Maybe pizza would be the thing to coax her out of her shell? (“Sorry, I can’t. I’m rearranging my sock drawer.”) ‘Neat and tidy! This girl is getting better and better by the phone-call!’

I made the mistake of not being savvy enough to pick-up on the clues that were being left for me. For all the times I spoke to her about going out (a respectful number of times: three) she said no.

BUT THEN she snagged my back-pack at the end of class and asked ME if I’d like to go to the reggae concert. Well of course! We made plans to meet there, the show started at 7:30 so I should be there before. (I was.)

I was there at 7:30… and 8:00…. and 9:00… and just as the house lights went up she walked in, flanked by a group of her friends, pointed at me and started laughing hysterically and then walked out. Sure, I could have and perhaps should have said something but I didn’t. No, instead I waited until today to relive the horror and grief!

JK! It really didn’t impact me that dramatically at the time. And while cancer certainly slowed me down a peg or two I’m pretty sure it killed her so… Karma – DON’T F**K WITH IT!