Womanizers

Last weekend I was driving down the Las Vegas Strip with a friend who was ironically blasting Brittney Spears song, Womanizer. The windows were down and it was like we were in high school cruisin’ the Strip all over again, but without my friend Tate yelling silly things at the tourists. Oh how I loved those days.

We were sitting at a traffic light when a car full of young, cute blonds pulled up next to us in a cab. His blaring music got their attention; although if he were telling this story he would say it was his good looks that caught their eye, which is just absurd. He looked at me and said, “Can I tell them you’re my handicap sister and I just brought you to the Strip because you like to see the lights?”

I couldn’t stop laughing. Not only was it extremely quick witted, which I appreciate, but it made me realize this guy thinks he’s a womanizer. I’m not saying he is or isn’t. I’m simply saying he believes he’s a womanizer. And he’s not alone.

I was at dinner tonight with another boy and I asked him if he considered himself a womanizer, to which he responded “given” in his proud, cocky tone acting as if I should already know the answer to that question.

Where do I find these guys?