Bad Men

There are bad men. It's not their fault, they just happen to be a slip of nature, like four toed Three Toed Sloths. These men assume they are normal and that the rest of the male world is warped. They're right they think, and all the other monagamous men, to them, are patsies. Their world is not something they can share with someone else. They are too much in love with themselves. They are smart, great looking and generally rich because they can sell. They sell themselves - constantly. They're the guys who rise to the top in the big company, get the best parking spot and the prettiest girls on the dance floor. They even marry - for awhile and possibly father children along the way but they are about as good fathers as they are husbands. Their poor families look around and they are nowhere to be seen.  Nowhere men. These men wouldn't know faithfulness if it whacked them in the porridge. Therefore, how, at the start, does a lady learn to separate the real men from the playguys. Advice? Introduce them to your mother. If she is as charmed as you were with him, take that as a bad sign. Get your father involved. Father's are brutally frank about these matters. After all they're the nerds who had to try hard to win fine women like your mother. Mind you, fathers are unreliable when Mr. Wonderful slips a season ticket into Dad's  hands. Failing that, try your brothers if you have any. When they start playing one on one at the hoop on the garage out back, flee. Then again, life is full of hazards and you are no different than all of us. The worst that can happen is a broken heart.