Why Can’t You Accept Me For The Way I Am?
Posted by Mr. Sensitive on April 15, 2008
Do you remember when Airline Attendants were hot?
Me neither.
The only reason why I ask this question is to illustrate another difference between men and women.
Women think: “It’s nice to see that an older woman has the ability to handle such a demanding job.”
Men think: “Why do I always get stuck with these ^&%#$ squat walruses on my flights?”
The same thought process occurs in relationships. For some reason, women tend to go into “change this man” mode whenever they think that a relationship has a 0.0001% chance of going somewhere. Men just want sex.
A couple of examples:
The girlfriend states that you need a dog (if you don’t already have one). The guy wonders why he needs to spend the next ten to twelve years picking up some animal’s shit… when he’s not thinking about banging this chick.
The girlfriend indicates that you need to get more furniture to replace the junk that you already have. The guy thinks that he’s just broken in his Salvation Army rescued couch to fit his favorite reclining position…meaning that he can still see the television with his girlfriend on top.
The girlfriend starts criticizing your choices in clothes and friends…while you’re thinking about better uses for her mouth.
What do you think would happen if we start to suggest way to “improve” certain areas of our women’s lives? Like how they dress? Or how they fix their hair and makeup? Or how much they weigh?
The moral of this story centers on why women go to such lengths to change their men and yet demand that we accept them in their current state.
I used to work with a woman a few years ago who could not understand why a guy couldn’t accept her because she weighed 150 pounds. (Let’s overlook the fact that she was a shade over 5 foot tall.)
She loudly and proudly proclaimed one afternoon that she would rather die alone than conform to some Barbie doll image.
I understand that the Paramedics were rushed to her home that night…
…apparently she had gotten her face stuck in a gallon ice cream container.
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