I always seem gutted when the ‘other sex’ does what they think is best, generally the overall outcome is a guaranteed mood dropper, followed by a viscous attack on a tub of Ben and Jerry’s.
However, it has the estranged ability to make a woman wonder if there is enough space in their testicles for a brain and whether god intended them to have the function of the central nervous system in the first place?
No woman should ever become a ‘man hating’ machine, or swear never to go near them again, because in short, we need them (generalization or not) and if you can’t wake up with your head on the rugby captains chest now, when can you?
I am not suggesting you immediately sprint to the nearest womanizer on campus (please note not all rugby captains are like this and no rugby players were hurt in the writing of this blog) and seduce him till he sleeps.
Anyway here is the context…the end of uni is on the horizon and the only thing separating you from a Las Vegas wedding and real life is a pot noodle and four episodes of Come Dine With Me.
So do you A. Keep ploughing along with your perspective date or B. Throw in the towel?
Both have their own advantages and both will have you searching for ideas at the bottom of your trusty ‘Chunky Monkey.’
It is a tricky set of crossroads, where and let’s face it, denial seems like a fitting path. But is there a right choice?
Put one man in a room and he will try to solve the problem; put three men in a room and they will achieve a convincing resemblance of three monkeys and a banana! Leaving you wondering if the Neanderthal man of today has swapped stone tools and fire, for PHDs and male bonding time.
Either way, perhaps it is safe to say, that the art of rational thinking is not for the faint hearted.
Tuesday, 13 April 2010
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