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Battle of the sexes
Women are the superior sex......or are they?

Chris Lynch, Staff Writer

Women.

Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em. Or so the old saying goes. I guess it’s true. All men know we can’t live without women. It’s spending time with them that’s the tricky part.

For instance, I know women who crawl up into the bathroom sink in order to put on their makeup. They literally crawl into the sink, with their faces right up against the mirror. Hard to be with a women who sits in your bathroom sink...

I know women who drive with their knees, one hand holding a hairbrush, the other a cell phone, while totally engrossed in their image in the rearview mirror. Going, say, 80...

Be careful what you say to women. Most times, what you say isn’t what they hear. You say, “I’m going to meet Phillip at Food Lion,” and she hears, “You’re cheating on me with some sleazy tramp and you’re going right now to meet her and probably run off somewhere.”

Women are suspicious. Don’t ever try to pull anything sneaky because you’ll be discovered. Guaranteed. They won’t admit it to your face, but they have an extra sense, something between smell and touch, about which we men know nothing. The part of our brain we reserve for athletic statistics, they reserve for skepticism and doubt.

I’ve heard that women love to hear those special three little words. You’re thinking “I love you,” but that would be incorrect. What women really want to hear from men is simply, “I was wrong.” If you don’t believe me, ask one ...

From the male point of view, it’s better to simply admit our absolute ignorance about everything except professional football and admit that all progress of the human race should be credited to the female of our species.
Men are still the dominant species in this world and always will be, but much like honeybees, we should content ourselves with just “serving the queen.”

Never mind that the “queen” sits in a sink, drives with her knees, and only wants to know what I’ve done wrong.

 

 

 

Article prepared for web by Joy Wheeler