In my younger days, I was a bouncer at a biker bar. (I'll wait for the synchros to spin in prior to that shift.) Okay then. The girls liked the local gang, and the alpha types, but it was the 'Fonz' types that they all admired, even if they didn't admit it.
You're right (and it holds true in yup fern bars too). The guys admired cup size and women who didn't interrupt. After all, it was a biker bar, and there were important biker goins-on going on. I just made sure the dancers didn't get hurt and the bar didn't burn down. I can guarantee you, I'm only alive because I can make people smile (well, and block a punch out of the corner).
Okay, I'm done being silly. I'm going to go sit on the front stoop and throw tennis balls at the blue healer, as I do every night, but tonight, I'm going to be serious and sullen... and just wait for the girls to show up. Yah, that's it. Then I'm going to retain an attorney (or call my niece) to sue the author for emotional distress. Maybe a class action...
Is that where you met Pete?