Consciously at least, it was intended more as an ironoic than a platonic dialogue.

Actually, that's not true. It sparked by one of those images that (too rarely) come when sitting on a patio, and developed into what I hoped would be an amusing, if possibly disturbing, portrait of an aspect of the male psyche.

You say it isn't engaging enough intellectually, and Steve said it doesn't have enough of a plot, or at least narrative conflict. I suspect you're both right.