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Disclaimer: This article is not intended for talking fishes, dead people, feminists or girly men. Anything that you say, can and will be used against you in the court of ridicule.
Well that’s it, I give up. I really don’t know what women are thinking. I can’t figure out any of them. Not the tough cookies or the cry babies or the sweet things that end up getting married to assholes. And the lesbians, lets not even get to the lesbians. Damn … the lesbians.
I’ve talked to them (the women that is). I’ve criticized them, I have asked them to criticize me, I’ve tried to kindle their manly side, I’ve tried to rekindle my feminine side, I’ve studied them. I’ve asked them to study me. I attended AWARE meetings, i got AWARE to meet me. I read women magazines, i got women to read men’s magazines. And I have to admit I am still at square one.
Not that I really object to square one. It is the only numbered shape in the game. At least you know your position. Nobody ever screws up and goes, “Well, back to oval three hundred and twenty seven.”
I believe most men are secretly happy that we can’t figure the granular points of gender dynamics. Except the girly men that is. It keeps our minds working. I think we have to be grateful for the one thing in our lives that keeps us from being totally focused on eating.
Eating is not a bad thing, its a good thing, as long as you don’t see your bathroom scale jump 2 markers up or people trying to cut you down, mistaking you for an oak tree.
Cheers.
ps: If Dr.Stephan Hawking agrees that women are a mystery, who am i to say otherwise.
ps2: This article is for humor only.