That line was in a movie concerning how a man behaves when a woman hands herself to him on a plate, you don’t want to belong to a club that would have someone like you as a member. I first heard that line in my teens and found it a bit far fetched, surely I wouldn’t be a guy who behaves like that but no, I have a 9 chasing me, texting round the clock, comparing me favourably to the pieces of shit available for women online,,asking me out when she previously said women don’t ask men out and I’m no happier, every guy thinks if a 9 was after him you’d be happy but you’re not. Growing up in a Mickey mouse Catholic country where the boys are separated from the girls in the educational system I grew up awkward around women confirming the saying “every man is a product of his environment”. It was only when I entered the working world that I learned how to interact with women and view the Catholic church with the disdain it deserves. Now I’m currently faced with a decision whether to take up an attractive woman but that will also mean taking up the realities of this world, and I fear that word reality. There’s no word more hideous in the English language than reality, we all know what it implies – monotony, disappointment, boredom, an uneasy co-mingling of your aspirations and what’s actually attainable. Perhaps for those reasons I don’t want to belong to a club that would have someone like me for a reason.