"I don't know, but I've been told, the soul of a woman was created below."
Ah, Robert you never sang truer.
Don't get me wrong, I love women. In fact, I can say that it goes beyond love. It's so much more. Does a monkey love bananas? per haps it is for this reason that I should write, nay, must write.
When men are ravaged by the cold instincts of a woman, they just know that women are all in cahoots together. Close. So very close.
Men look at multiple pictures of what he likes in a woman, but never really puts those pictures together. That's why you hear men going on and on about some woman's ass or tits. It's our inability to get the whole picture together that puts the last nail in the coffin. No wonder so many men profess to not understand a woman. Tits and ass. Tits and ass. The titanic sank for less foresight.
Ah, but a woman is a different creature all together. They see the whole picture. And they also see what they want from that picture. Mostly it's everything that we have to offer in one big package. Money, Check! Housing, Check! Kids, Check! Our very mortal souls, Check! Why want anything else? Do women walk around moaning about the lack of dick in town? Who wants a dick? I don't and I can't blame them for not wanting it either. Strike that, reverse it. I want a dick, but not someone else's. I don't know what I would do without mine. Knit or crochet?
So what's the answer? Start looking at the bigger picture? Take a trianing course in being a woman? Nah. Tits and ass might just be worth all the pain.