I long for a generation of men who won't fear to bid women who can't stay through the days of little beginning farewell. Men who will not weep but sigh in relief to be freed from the breed of feminines who only think through their body cream. Men who realize they've got potentials that can't be measured by, or traded for flashy cars and blings. These are men who will reproduce their success over again, should these assets be taken away. They are the kind more loyal to their destination in life than their affection.