I’ve perused numerous profiles of women who say they are looking for what they call a “real man.” I’m not convinced any of them have even an inkling what a “real man” is in the first place. Judging by what they think a “real man” ought to look like and ought to be I’d have to say they’re not really interested in a “real man”, what they really want is a puppy dog they can lead around on a leash; someone with a nose ring they can manipulate with a chain; or a wimp they can command to do their bidding – which usually entails a long list of honey-dos that’ll keep a man whittled down to a nub.

Most of the men in their lives have been nothing more than “yes, maam” men.

Honesty? Are you kidding? I’m not sure anyone in these profiles has a clue what honesty really is. If we were to be absolutely honest with one another we would have to admit we don’t like one another very much and that’s the reason we’re spending hard earned money on these sites. We can’t get along with anyone of the opposite sex in the world we spend our everyday lives in so we search for an imaginary intimacy in an imaginary internet world. In the process of our search we completely demolish all semblance of honesty by lying to one another with our flowery prose (or is it floury, since we expend so much energy covering our true self) in a vain attempt to appear more attractive to one another.

Additionally, how can we possibly be honest with someone else when we won’t even be honest with ourselves?

I’m a rough, sometimes uncouth, codger; seldom suave, rarely debonair. I’m rougher than an old dried out corn cob, meaner than a junk yard dog, wilder than a wall-eyed cat, and crazier than a cornered mountain lion. I am “real” – real authentic. I’ve lived a hard life and learned some hard lessons the hard way; and if you looked at the pictures in my profile it shows in my eyes, which, by the way, do not reveal my heart. To see into my heart you’ll have to take the chance to spend some time with me – quality, as well as, quantity time. Perhaps the years have mellowed me a bit, perhaps not. Perhaps you’ll be curious enough to find out. If you are looking for authenticity give me a shout and I’ll lay some “real” on you. You may discover I’m not “out there,” I’m right here and I’m for real.

There is that remote possibility that over the years I have amassed sufficient knowledge and acquired enough experience to have learned a few of the many splendored ways to be sweet to the lady in you with all your charms, to unveil the woman in you with all your secret desires, and to titillate the little girl you still think you are deep down inside. Some of those ways you’ll like, some of them you won’t – only way to find out is to take a risk. Maybe I kin, maybe I caint. Do you possess that kind of courage, that depth of fortitude, that sense of adventure?

I double-dog dare you to step out from behind your façade and to be authentic! What you’re looking for could be looking at you.