Men, at a young age, typically get very excited at the prospect of going out, getting drunk and getting laid. And why not? Nature gave them space, wine and women. It’s only human (or, male, at least) to want all of them at once. It’s an exciting prospect. Nature, on the other hand, typically gets very excited at the idea of denying young men these prospects. More often than not, young men awaken in their beds to discover that the only thing they have acquired after carousing is a nasty headache and a dent in the old self-esteem. But again, why not? They are young and it is only the most cunning, controlled individual, that when pressed, can fish for himself, these three species of aquatic creatures not found in the same bodies of water.

Those occasions when it happens are both rare and amazing. If you get most men in a room alone after managing such a feat, most would modestly tell you that they had no idea how it happened, and hence the term, “getting lucky.” Strangely enough, most young women would explain to you that it happened because they decided it would. So much for “getting lucky.”

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