Irresistibly Adorable
Zounds. I just realized that I haven’t posted this yet!!! . . . Awesome. I also realized that, with the current set of readers, if I were to post this, I might be attacked, or at least have trash thrown my direction. . . So,here we go. . . I have armed myself with a metal trash can lid for a shield, and placed my favorite melamine salad bowl upon my head, and I am holding a train whistle in my right hand (that I’m sure my neighbors would pay good money to have confiscated) incase I need to blow off steam, and so, I thunderously cry out: “Fore!” (as if I knew anything about golf!) and publish the darn thing anyway. . . Such gonads.
IRRESISTABLY ADORABLE
Don’t You Know That it’s Different for Girls?
Lyrics, Joe Jackson, MCA Music
“She said
Just give me something
Anything
Give me all you got
But not love.
No not love she said.
Don’t you know it’s different for girls?
Don’t give me love
No not love she said
Don’t you know that it's different for girls?
You’re all the same.”
Okay. . . Do men fall in love with women, but women don’t fall in love with men?
I’ve met a lot of women over the years, and by my personal observation, only about 1 in 1000 seems to indicate any romantic feelings or love for their husband. More often, women want to complain about their husband’s inadequacies or chat about his weaknesses, or how silly he is, or how disappointed they are in him. . . Like how male farmers used to sit around and discuss their livestock. . .
Men, on the other hand, I have observed, tend to sit around together and praise their wives in glowing terms, make excuses for them, and generally mention how much they adore and respect their wives. . .
WHY is it different for girls? Do women actually fall in love with men? Am I just missing how they express it because I’m a male?
My female friend Janice astutely observed that: “Women get frustrated that men are not more like women, yet men seem to appreciate those differences.” She added; “As perplexing as women are to men, men totally befuddle women.”
I don’t think women love men the same way that men love women, if women ever really love men at all.
I’ve heard women confess (lots of women) that they got married to their man; “because I thought he was going to be a doctor” or “because he was such a good kisser”, but I don’t recall ever ever EVER hearing one say she got married because she was really in love with her man. . .
Girls get “crushes” on guys in their teen years, the same way they earlier develop an infatuation with strong virile horses as adolescents. Do they simply grow out of those swoony romantic feelings into something mature called a woman? The pheromones die out, and the hormones change for women?
It appears to me, that women do actually fall in love, but not with men. Women fall in love with children, especially their own children. The affection women have for their children seems to more closely resemble the affection and love that men feel for women. Women have a strong passionate love for their children, not their man.
Brain scan studies have revealed that when men observe an attractive woman, their brains react in nearly identical fashion to how a woman’s brain reacts whens she views a baby. . . The strength of attraction is nearly identical and the same. . .Men seem to find women just as irresistibly adorable as women seem to find their children to be irresistibly adorable.
(Okay, so if I haven’t got in trouble with you yet, this might do it.)
Always taking it one step further. . . If I were to suggest a working model of reality in operation, strictly from my point of view, it would be this: God finds me irresistibly adorable, and I can never completely love God as much as he loves me, but I can have a wife to love, which I find irresistibly adorable, but who will never completely love me the way I love her, but she can have children to love, which she finds irresistibly adorable, but which will never completely love her back as much as she loves them. And so it goes. . . We. . . pass. . .the. . . love. . . forward.
Yeah, back and forth some, but mostly forward ,forward, forward, in the circle of life.
(C) RLMcCormick
