Not Tonight, Honey...

At my Holy Communion, my Aunt Marie gave me a card, $20, and this advice: "Men are only interested in one thing," she said ominously, giving me the mal occhio with a powder-blue shadowed eye. "Candy bars?" I offered. That's sure as heck what I was interested in. She looked at me as if I had suddenly turned into a weevil. "SEX!" She hissed. I shrugged and went in search of cake. But I never forgot her words. In fact, in later years they would bring me great joy. However, sometimes I wish Aunt Marie was still around so I could ask her, what do I make of the man...who is NOT REALLY INTERESTED IN SEX?!?!?!?