Balls

My friends I ask you:


What happened to men with balls? Do we have to look for them in museums? Where can we find them-Mars? Even my current mania, William, told me that he would have "never asked me out at a bar." Why is that? Why can't a man who is attracted to a woman simply walk up to her and say "Hi?" If I can do that, a man can do that. 


Today I encountered one of these strange beings - a man with balls. I was walking back to work (looking hungover as hell) when one of the security guards stopped me and remarked that he "saw me come into work every day, and just had to tell me that I had a beautiful smile and was one of the prettiest women at this workplace." I was stunned - this had happened before (See "Can I Be on Your Blog"?) but this just blew me away. He gave me his card and said, for a rainy day, and if you ever stop seeing that guy. Bam. Done and done. Okay, so I might never call him, but I couldn't stop smiling the rest of the day. See guys? Just say hi. It really works. "Hi." You never know what could happen.