just minishorts.

He said:

Women… they are so strange. So independent, and yet emotionally unstable… you fall in love with an independent woman, and then after a while, you realise that she isn't that independent after all. It's such a huge contradiction!

She said:

That's where you're wrong! Men don't get this: the more independent a woman is, the more she realises her strengths and a faults—the more she needs to feel adored and loved, and appreciated as a woman.

He said:

No that's where YOU are wrong… most independent women are able to recognise that they need to feel appreciated as a woman, but that's all they do, they are only able to recognize it—they don't practise what they preach! And this boggles us men. If you already know what you want, why can't you realise that you already have it, and appreciate the adoration that is being lavished upon you….what I want, is a woman who is independent, realises her strengths and appreciates the fact that she is a woman and that I will adore her for all that woman that she is… jeesh, what's happening… I don't even know what I'm talking about, why am I telling you this?

And then suddenly she begins to suspect that this man is falling for her, and she's elated, but she doesn't know. She wants it to be true (that fact that he likes her), she realizes that she's probably right, her suspicions and all, but then she's scared too… but my bet is, she isn't nearly as scared as he is… really. What do you think? Guys? Been through that, especially if the girl you've fallen for is the independent type?

Now what do you look for in a woman?

Girls, hands off. This question is for the guys.

I'll slip in a little story which I overhead the other day.

Little Johnny was only five years old and very very adorable. One day, Johnny followed his Mummy to the shopping mall. On the way there, they saw a very very very big fat lady browsing the racks of clothes.

Little Johnny who was only five years old and didn't know what is right and what is wrong, shouted out loud at the top of his voice, and pointed at the big fat lady, 'MUMMY MUMMY THAT WOMAN LOOKS LIKE THE PIG THAT WE SAW AT THE FARM THAT DAY!'

Well, the poor lady didn't say anything. All she did was glare at Johnny's Mummy, thinking, 'What a rude little boy!'

As for Johnny's Mummy, she blushed deeply, and then gave Little Johnny a very good spanking the moment they got home that day.

Well, I think Little Johnny is forgivable because Little Johnny's only five. And he's adorable.

But what if Johnny wasn't 'Little', what if Johnny was already 18?

Imagine Johnny saying this, 'It's my mouth, its my finger, I can do anything I want with them, it's my freedom to do so.'

That, is what many are blindly fighting for. The freedom to do nonsense and justify that nonsense just because 'this belongs to me, I can do anything I want with it'.

Fortunately, for women, we have the Menstrual Witch to throw our blame on.

'I can do say blog anything I want. It's PMS.'

So well, I bet it was PMS. I can understand it. I am a woman too you know. And these things, you know, a woman understands. So hey, let's give her it a break, okay?

Mometasone reminds me of older-day-bloggers who didn't focus on building traffic just yet. The works that he has recently posted are just uber cool. Worth checking out.