Archive for July, 2008

1,000 Women in a Room

SANGUINISTA:

I recently heard a man say this…

If my wife is in a room with a thousand other women, I want her to know that there isn’t a single woman in that room that is treated better or appreciated and loved more than she is. If I can do that, I’ve succeeded as a man.

I wonder what the world would be like if more people thought of their partners that way?

It kind of shocked me….
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Thanks for the Memories

BLUESGUY:

Memory. It’s a pernicious thing.

For one thing, it’s selective. We summon up specific memories to reinforce our current moods - which is the reason for the classic “I love you, I hate you” 2am drunken booty call. We somehow forget that she was a certified loon, and only manage to remember that she was ready to try anything… at least once.

But for every time a recollection makes us smile, there’s that other one. The one we can’t seem to shake. The one that revolves around the dumbass thing we said when our subconscious became unguarded for just that small fraction of a second that it took to verbalize the dumbass thing.

And the worst part is that once the words are out there, they never go away. Those words, even when forgiven, hang suspended in memory for eternity.
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Happily Ever After

BLUESGUY:

A youngish woman I know was recently bemoaning a new turn her life has taken. Seems she’s been married for six whole weeks, now, and it’s becoming obvious the wedding is over.

The problem has nothing to do with her new husband. The problem is she’s been the center of attention for the last year. That’s how long she and her mother planned each last detail of “the perfect wedding.”

She tells her friends that she dreamed of her wedding day since she was a little girl. (The groom, it appears, was optional.)
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You Know the Question, Don’t You?

BLUESGUY:

\I’m convinced that women have no why men are drawn to them.

Do they worry about their worst features, concerned that every man dwells on the parts of a woman he finds unattractive? Or, do women assume that by asking the proverbial question, they can find a way to show off their best asset while simultaneously fishing for complements, and do all that under the guise of asking advice?

And the worst part is, as a guy, there’s never a correct answer.

You could try being reassuring. “Why, no Dear, not at all. Don’t give it another thought. You look wonderful.” Of course, she’ll accuse you of only trying to stay on her good side.

Then there’s the honesty ploy. “Well, now that you mention it, I’ve been meaning to ask you how you felt about it, ’cause I have noticed that they’re fitting a bit more snugly than they used to.” That answer is guaranteed to have you still begging come Christmas.
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