Dear Mr.Indifferent

Dear Mr. Indifferent:
I know you have a Napoleon complex of sorts, perhaps you think you don’t come off cool enough or you feel that you need to be the biggest asshole on the block. Unless you get off on being labeled as the biggest scumbag during ladies night out I suggest you listen up.
As men I know you beings like to try to keep a calm façade and play it cool. Nothing touches you, you, in your head, you don’t flinch if a bullet passes you by. I get it, you want to be Keanu Reeves and you think it’s the coolest shit ever. It’s like girls where they still secretly hope that men don’t think they shit or fart (I personally let it be known to everyone at all times that I do indeed, shit, fart, and burp). Well here is the fuckin’ deal bucko. Your woman, makes you fucking excited (hypothetically, if not, then GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE), it made fuckin’ Reeves excited, it made 007 excited. We are the beings that have the super natural ability to get your dick hard just by licking our lips a little slowly and it is a fucking miracle that you people can pay attention to anything long enough to actually comprehend it in your puny little brains. So the next time your woman wants you to get excited over something she has done, you sit your indifferent ass down and you listen and you act like she is about to tell you all about the 5th dimension. Because guess what, passion is sexy, a passionate man is very sexy, a man passionate about his woman is hella sexy, and a man passionate about what his woman is passionate about, makes me say "me love you long time" :)