A Thought Occurs
A friend posted a link wishing that "track pants were sexy, Mondays were fun, and guys were simple."
And I thought "Pardon?"
How many guys do you know who'll spend an hour getting ready for a night out, then collapse in tears because "I'm a mess!"?
How many guys do you know who own twelve pairs of shoes, and not one "walking" pair?
How many guys ever looked into the eyes of a woman they're in bed with and said "Honey--Are you sure this is a good idea?"
As a metaphor for trying to understand the nature of women, one should first acquire five jigsaw puzzles. Now remove ten percent of the pieces from each and throw the remainder through the laundry. Place all pices in a basket with large holes, shake it up. Now put on a blindfold and oven mitts and try to assemble a picture.
Guys are simple. It's dealing with the other half of humanity that makes us prime candidates for therapy.