Women. Love to hate them, hate to love them. What is it exactly that makes women an entirely different species than men? Perhaps the difference is just a matter of perspective.
So there you are, semi-wasted sitting on your buddy’s couch when this sultry looking damsel walks through the front door. Your immediate mental appraisal is undoubtedly, ‘Damn, I’d hit that.’ As you throw back the last of your seventh beer, you decide that, for once, you’re going to actually make a move.
By the way she’s dressed, you deduce that she’s obviously a freshman or sophomore, which makes your chances of getting with her pretty damn good. Once you get her attention and realize that she’s already begun to slur her speech, you think to yourself ‘Jackpot.’
As you begin to converse, you realize she’s totally into you. After a few games of beer pong she’s tugging on your belt, commenting on how delicious your cologne smells. You don’t even own a bottle of cologne, you sly dog.
The next memory you have is waking up in an unfamiliar bed, adjacent to this girl who’s already up, staring at you. The first thing out of her mouth: ‘You were amazing.’ But your smile quickly turns south as the next three words pass her lips.
‘I love you.’
Head pounding, you throw on your clothes and out the door you go.
As you stumble out of Regis Hall you think to yourself about the plethora of mistakes you may have just made. Hopefully she doesn’t have your number and hopefully you…oh wait, it’s still on.
Gentlemen, it seems that as though we have pinpointed the fundamental difference between men and women. Blame in on our biology, but we’re both hardwired to understand the concept of love in two entirely different ways. It seems as though the difference between women and men is just that: a matter of perspective.
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