My undying opinion of the phantom "guy" handbook. I want to destroy it.

DEEP BREATHS.  

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@&#^!*@&^#*!&@^#*&!@^#*!@&^#!@*&#^!!!!!!

Really?  REALLY??  Really.  They all say the same things, and then, in deliberation, they all think they're the exception and should therefore be free and clear.  Yep.  Really.  I want to find the male instigator of this book, code of conduct, encoding device, or whatever it is and destroy him and it once and for all.  This is getting beyond ridiculous.  It's like getting a computer printout that should be different and even possibly exciting each time, but - - - huh.  Well that's odd...could I get a refund?  Oh.  No?  But...and we're back to the anger/irritation/frustration of the moment.

Please review the difference between being a guy and being a man.  If that search turns up fruitless, try asking a girl.  And try listening to her this time.  Thank you and goodnight. 

Ugh.  I'm sorry.  Typical response to a typical situation.  Getting over it....now.  :)