Women. You know the type. Walking into rooms, and then out of rooms. Saying things. Doing stuff. If one has short hair and you see her quickly in your peripheral vision, you might think she's a man. But she isn't. She's a woman. You know?
Who are these strange creatures with their wide hips and functional nipples? What are they thinking as they sit across from you at the dinner table, their lips moving, making sounds. Do they have likes? Dislikes? Neutral feelings? What, for God's sake, do they want?
1) Shiny objects
Women are like infants and cats. Not just because they cry and have claws, but also because they are distracted by things that sparkle. That's why the trophy to mark their greatest achievement is a diamond ring.
Although, alternative engagement rings are beginning to trend: non-diamond, plain bands, and even finger tattoos. So maybe that ring theory has some holes in it. (Ha!) Plus, some women are shying away from marriage altogether. It's like they don't remember they come from male rib, and therefore belong tucked away beneath a guy's arm.
The best way for a man to cover up his indiscretions is with romance. I don't mean love or respect. Romance. I'm talking gooey Hallmark sentiment: flowers, chocolates, stuffed bears, and poems that definitively state what color certain flowers are. You may not read it in your high school biology book, but that doesn't mean it isn't science. Know this: women can't resist a good wooing.
Although, I happen to be a woman (if I'm not, my gynecologist is really ripping me off), and sugar-sweet romance makes me uncomfortable. In fact, I tried to convince my husband to seal our wedding vows with our secret handshake rather than a kiss. So I guess all women don't like romance after all.
If 90's Disney taught us anything, it's that damsels in distress are real (and that meerkats and warthogs make fast friends). Whether it's killing a spider, reaching for that soup can that's just too high, or reviving your gal from her glass box sleep, ladies love, and maybe even need, to be rescued.
Although, I suppose female police officers, soldiers, firefighters, doctors, etc. would argue they don't want saving, they want to save. Damn it, why can't women just all be the same??
Feet that fit into your mouth. Tiny itty bitty yawns. Cries that begin as these cute little goat bleats, and then continue on and on, expanding and sharpening as their vocal chords strengthen, screams filling your ears and drilling into your brain all night long, constant, ear piercing noise blaring and blaring until you can't remember what silence feels like and you think you're going insane.
5) Ice cream
Okay, yes. We definitely want ice cream.
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