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If you are just some woman in general this doesn't work on me.. unless it's a customer and I'm obliged anyhow. Only true love makes me give in to this crap.. even then I know I'm just playing along.
... and continues well after they're through menopause
Must agree with ya there HJ, asking without asking aka whining about shit til somebody does it, which 99.9% of the time is only directed at a male (pick any). They'd rarely pull that BS on anyother female outside of a family member.
Here's another one, picking a fight (typically something trivial) when you're just not in the mood to be combatant, makes them even madder.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." -- Dr. Seuss
"Always do good. It will gratify some and astonish the rest." ~Mark Twain
Originally posted by Lizzard[MPE] ive met many men who are manipulators thank you very much.
And most men are ****oles. I've seen far more men hurt women in many ways than the other way around. That's why I was trying to be exact in what I was saying and not insulting. No offense to you intended Liz as I have only communicated with you here in some random threads.
Originally posted by Lizzard[MPE] i cry like once every 6 or 8 months or so, usually because ive been hurt. sometimes by movies only when involving someone dying
Why do you think we all regard you as being such a cool chica?
(Well, this is just one of the many symptoms of being a cool chica, most of which you've got pretty much cornered.)
Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a
neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him, but was moved
by Arthur's youth and ideals. So the monarch offered him freedom, as long
as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year
to figure out the answer; and if, after a year, he still had no answer,
he would be put to death.
The question: What do women really want?
Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and, to
young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better
than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by
year's end.
He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everybody: the princess,
the prostitutes, the priests, the wise men, and the court jester. He
spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.
Many people advised him to consult the old witch on the hill, she would
know the answer. The price would be high; the witch was famous
throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.
The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no alternative but to
talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he'd have to
accept her price first: The old witch wanted to marry him.
Young Arthur was horrified: She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only
one tooth, smelled like sewage, and made obscene noises. He had never
encountered such a repugnant creature. But, having no real choice, he
agreed.
Their wedding was proclaimed , and the witch answered Arthur's question
thus:
What a woman really wants is to be in charge of her own life.
Everyone instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and
that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was. The neighboring
monarch granted Arthur total freedom.
What a wedding Arthur and the witch had! Arthur was torn between relief
and anguish. He was proper as always, gentle, and courteous. The old
witch put her worst manners on display, and generally made everyone very
uncomfortable.
The hour approached. Arthur, steeling himself for a horrific
experience, entered the bedroom. But what a sight awaited him! The most beautiful
woman he'd ever seen lay before him! The astounded Arthur asked what
had happened.
The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she'd
appeared as a witch, she would henceforth be her horrible, deformed
self half the time, and the other half she would be her beautiful maiden self.
Which would he want her to be during the day, and which during the
night?
What a cruel question! Arthur pondered his predicament. During the day,
a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the
privacy of his home, an old witch? Or would he prefer having by
day a hideous witch, but by night a beautiful woman with whom to enjoy
many intimate moments?
What would you do?
What Arthur chose follows below......but don't read until you've made
your own choice.
Noble Arthur replied that he would let her choose for herself. Upon
hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time,
because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.
What is the moral of this story? Obvious, isn't it????
If a woman doesn't get her own way, things are going to get ugly.
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