And the Results Are...

So, between errands, laundry, and all the other things I had going on today, I took a tiny bit of time to take a quiz in Men's Fitness Magazine. First off, I would like to answer your first question which is why I bought the magazine in the first place. I'm not really sure how to respond exept that it called out to me in the news shop the other day. Why don't we leave it at that. Secondly, I'm sure you are also wondering why I even took the time to take the quiz. All I can say is I wanted to find out "...how I really measure up in the only eyes that matter - hers."

The test, "the Ultimate Guy Q Quiz," consisted of a series of series of activities to check off and add up the total number to find your score. To quote the directions:

"Read the items below and check off only the things you can perform consistently or that you feel secure in your knowledge of. For Example, you may have given a great toast at a wedding back in '93, but in general, if you consider yourself a horrible public speaker, you should not check off 'good at toasting.' When you finish the quiz, tally your score to get your overall Guy Q ranking, and discover whether you're a girlie-man, a man's man, or something in between."

For further clarification, these aren't like your skills in bed or anything like that, they are more like things that would make a girl feel safe and secure with you (i.e. being able to install a ceiling fan, catching a baseball in a mitt, map reading, good at grilling, the ability to hail a cab during rush hour, the ability to order a drink for you girl within five minutes at a busy bar, etc.).

My results: 45 out of 65. I'm in the 31-50 grouping, meaning...

"OK, you pass muster - barely. Apparently, you do have two testicles, and they may have even descended. But you've got a long way to go before you can get with the type of girl you'd most like to be bedding."

I personally lost it with such skills as being able to wrap a present properly (I'm not great at it, but at least okay), make layups and sink free throws most of the time (basketball is just not my sport), and kill vermin on demand (apparently they include spiders, bugs, and mice, and they also meant without flinching or squealing).

I'm still secure with my own manhood and feel I'm not too girly or whatever, but the magazine has spoken. I just hope that any girl who reads this posting will not feel that I am not a man. On that note, how are there so many extremely attractive girls walking around central Manhattan and SoHo? It is unreal! And, I ask you...why are they so scared and hesitant to come up and talk to me...since I know that they have this deep desire to. Girls are funny, though.