12/20/14 You're Pretty, Can You Debate Though?

    I love my Mom and all the women in my life.  She has always generically said I like surrounding myself with women who just say yes to me.  I always find this insulting, I like to think I find the worthiest of adversaries and then convince them with my clever retorts.  There is nothing I love more (other than boobs of course) than to take a point and argue, debate, dissect, analyze, whatever to death.  I like to be taken to the other side and proven wrong, it happens occasionally, but not often enough.  There are too many distractions day to day to really do this to my satisfaction.  Best time is on a long road trip, captive audience, nowhere to go, my poor wife.
    My wife plays the role perfectly, she counters anything I have to say, she might agree with me, but usually she'll come up with something marginally related to keep me on my feet.  Same thing at work, I used to avoid most people, quite easy when working nights.  I used to think some of the personnel were overbearing do gooders, but upon getting to know them (shifts have changed, no choice), these are great people.  Now that we understand each other, they will argue with me, put me in my place, realize that I am a god amongst men, and generally let me be me.  I used to think the best place to work was when I started here, surrounded by dudes, going to strip clubs a couple times a month after destroying cow meat at fancy restaurants.  Maybe, I've gotten older, but there is no better environment to work than coming in to fresh coffee, a nice piece of cake waiting for me, catching up on a little gossip of action during the day, and work all laid out to keep me busy for twelve hours.
    Guys don't really debate.  We are all sure we are right and thus very inflexible in thought.  That type of thinking is not really fun.  I mean you can play with a simpleton, spin him on his own logic, but that usually just pisses people off.  My dad for example, has told me a couple times "I believe in Jesus Christ and that is all I'm saying about that."  Hmm, how can you break that defense?  Alright Dad, how about them Horns?
    My Mom, on the other hand, encouraged us to question everything growing up.  I felt like Forest Gump (again) hitting ping pong balls to my mom being the wall returning with equal volley.  It was great.  Nowadays, she's more like a wall of curtains, if I try to engage in anything edgy, either the grandkids distract her, her phone just died, she's lost in FB, she's on her way or at the store.  I am not sure if it is a matter of getting older, not wanting to broach certain topics, or maybe a little senility (heh heh sorry Mom).
    In conclusion, no, people don't just agree with me.  If they don't, I will wear them down until they see my side of things.  My belief is that I am here to learn from you and you are in my presence to learn from me.  So, let's see what you got.