I have spent the last four days asking my male friends if I think like a guy.
I actually have a valid reason for asking. Without forcing my readers to take a survey (yet) I am trying to figure out why my audience here is almost half menfolk.
Maybe it is because this is the first time in six and half years I have used the word menfolk.
I have other theories, I am just trying to flesh them out. After harassing a handful of my fantasy football friends, my college friends, the ladies at dinner, my husband and a few neighbors I remembered that my blog would be the perfect place to ask this question.
Why do you think men read my blog? Do I think like a guy? Do I think like a Dad?
I don’t want to sway you by telling you what everyone else has said, but so far my favorite answer was from my friend Croutonboy. He said “Well, are you thinking about boobs right now? I’m thinking about boobs. If you’re thinking about boobs you might think like a guy.”
Of course, now we are ALL thinking about boobs.
I guess I should have told you that story before I asked the questions. Let’s refocus. Do you think that I think like a guy? And why?