Ah, the man purse. I notice it a lot in L.A.

I, for one, think that it is a very “in” thing for a man to carry a purse.

No, darling… not the wivey’s…your own.

Some say it is a very European thing to do, but I beg to differ. Many a man of our times have carried around a man purse. I hadn’t been able to recall one , until I saw a picture of the soccer player, Cristiano Ronaldo carrying one. The man is what it must be like after you drink Mad Puss Piss-crazy cute! But, as you all know I prefer a little bit of a tummy on my man. Not, too much, just a little. I don’t want our bellies serenading us as it flaps together while we make love.

But, I digress.

The first time I came across a man purse was with my Uncle.

I will have to name him Cujo.

So, my uncle Cujo used to carry around this thick black leather man purse.  He carried it everywhere.  If he came out of a barber shop, it was right under his arm. If he came out of the bathroom at home, yep, right under his arm. Even when he came out of his white Lincoln, yet again, right under his arm. Bitch looked like a pimp!! One day I asked him why, oh why does he have to carry such a womanly thing. He looked at me as if I was the last thing on earth who did not know anything about fashion!

Jigga Wah??

I asked to see what was in there.  He pulled me into the back bedroom and pulled down the shades.  When he opened it inside was a huge wad of cash and his Magnum. It was his life savings. He carried his money and his gun everywhere!  He did not believe in banks.

My aunt used to say that she was so jealous of “normal”wives who would just search their husband’s pockets while they slept, if they needed any money.

Not my aunt.

My uncle was like a bank teller. You would have to ask for the money up front or else he could blow your head off at night when the lights were off!

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