A charmed circle on the dance floor, a spell-binding display... it's rather more than he bargained for, Snow White or Morgan le Fay.
"Drop dead", she said.
Hey, big man, let testosterone flow, flex the muscles like a monkey. The male plumage is all puffed up in show but the girls know how to debunk it.
"Drop dead", she said.
In a sense some men are always caught in adolescence, trying to crack the mystery girl cocoon. It doesn't take a wicked witch to point out obsolescence is a state they might wake up to pretty soon. Is it any wonder when they hone that perfect put-down to deflate the macho tough guy male buffoon?