eh, its short and its not that good, but i like it. and i figure, being here for about 3 years now i should probably have more than 3 blogs.

It's been said that when boys turn into men, they trade their action figures and imaginary friends for cars and trophy wives (lord knows they have about the same IQ). But while some of us may not have the 64 Shelby GT in our garages, or the 36-29-36 wife in the kitchen, (which honestly, I have no idea what that means, thank god for yahoo answers) we never really grow up. If you walk up to a 6-year-old boy and say "booby," then try the same thing with a 60-year-old man, they'll have about the same reaction. I always knew that, but never fully realized this until watching the WWE Hall of Fame induction for 2008. Here sit's a room full of males between 8 and 80, and when, for the first time in four years, Dwayne Johnson -also known as the rock- walks up and says one of his iconic phrases, chills run up and down the spines of everyone in the room and everyone watching around the world like a dog chasing a car. And I'm in awe.
When you're little, you fight with your friends over who gets to be the red ranger when you're playing, when my father was in high school, he and his three closest friends called themselves the four horsemen after the wrestlers. You don't lose your imagination, your creativity; you just go from putting on a red t-shirt and pretending to be a power ranger to putting on a suit and pretending to be a lawyer. You never stop playing, you just up the stakes of the game.
I'm not saying, of course that women don't feel the same way, but women seem to have more drama, when they're younger (SHE STOLE MY DOLLY!!!) and when they're older (B***H, HES MY MAN!). When you're a little boy the only drama is that you wanted to play third base but instead you're playing first, which is easily remedied by a punch to the face (which I'm not in any way condoning, 'course not). The fact of the matter is, girls mature faster, and spend their whole life trying to be older. At work, all the time, I see little girls coming in with their parents buying little toy makeup kits, or little flavored lip gloss, and when they get them the girls just light up. In contrast though, boys spend their whole lives trying to regain the joy of their youth. Either by making what is seen as "stupid" purchases (c|assic cars, comics, video games, old toys, etc.) or by living vicariously through their sons, who will, in turn, grow up to do the same thing.
So ladies, when you call your man (or any man) immature, you may be right, but yall still love us anyway. I guess it's better than being with a woman the rest of your life, but that's another blog completely.