That may not explain everything but it sure explains a lot.
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Yup.
As for why the infinitely more responsible female gender of the species seems to be drawn to this live-fast-and-die-young type, I've always wondered about that. I suppose they're reasoning goes something like this: this probably won't end well, but at least it won't be boring.
I'm a skilled fighter (*pride*). Anyway, I don't fight regular people in daily situations. It sounds stupid to some people, but I was trained to view non-sport fights as something to be very ashamed of, whether we're male or female. I started taekwondo when I was six, so that's how I was raised. I've only really been in three (four if you stretch your imagination) "real" fights in my life, one time a very scary old man burned my little brother with a cigarette when he was nine and I was fourteen, another time I stupidly jumped into the fray when my friend Steve was getting beaten up by two native guys (bad idea, VERY bad). I've got a "smart mouth" though, so I get attacked sometimes, haha. It's never been anything, light as air - you'll find that in the "real world," very few people actually know how to hit, and actually they're very rarely willing to do so. The vast majority of people really don't want to fight, so they'll usually just say "f*ck you," and walk away.
*insert long evolutionary theory response*
It's in our genes (I could have punned here, but I restrained myself).
I've always thought that was the case too, but now I'm not so sure. If I wear my hair in the style of that goof from twilight I get girls screaming and drooling at me from all sides, ranging in age from 15-45. I think its more a matter of standards. Men usually have lower standards regarding sexual partners than do women, due to the fact that a woman can get knocked up and the man can just jet. I believe that women ultimately want men as much as men want them, you just want more than merely someone to have sex with.
Oh thanks, I just liked my face so much better years ago. When one is over 50, the face is certainly different. I look great from the neck down. But it's kinda good because I can look at cute guys and I know they're not looking at me "that way", so I don't have to be on guard. It's rather liberating.
Only me? Out of all these litnet people? Geesh. No wonder I laugh when no one else is, there I am, cracking up, and nobody else is laughing. I am just getting used to it now, after all these years. It's also no wonder I couldn't sit in church, it's just too funny.
-El Sancho goes into a knife-fighting crouch, except oddly he has forgotten to bring a knife-
I'm here to tell you, gender assumptions will bite you. A couple of years ago I was standing around the water cooler with one of my co-workers, engaging in a little chit-chat. She asked what I did over the weekend. I said, "Ah, I was just doing a little work on the T-Craft." (I owned a little airplane back then.) She asked what kind of work, and I went into this dumbed-down version of how to time a magneto. I didn't mean to be condescending or anything, and I consider myself an enlightened kind of guy who was just tailoring his conversation to his audience, but it quickly became obvious to me that this woman knew airplane engines:
Her: "What kind of engine?"
Me: "Ah, you know, these things have 4-cylinder, air-cooled, engines."
Her: "I know, a Taylorcraft usually has an Continental A-65. What's yours got?"
Sancho is starting to feel like his train has just jumped the tracks, "Mine has an A-75. The extra 10 Horse Power is nice, but my top end is so loose I'm probably only getting around 50 horses."*
Her: "Ha. Yeah well. What kind of mag?"
Me: "Eisman."
Her: "Old. What's top dead center on that engine?"
Me: "Well, it's weird, one side is 28.5, and the other side is 29.5, I don't know why."
Her: "That's because..." and she tells me.
I'm starting to feel like I'm talking to a dude. "So, what'd you do this weekend?"
Her: "I had to change out the PTO on my tractor."
Me: "What kind of tractor?"
And so it went. (Turns out it was a Kubota L3240)
And just to clear up any other assumptions, I'm here to tell you, she definitely was not gay.
I appreciate Juniper's humor, unlike many who take her too seriously. :nod:
A good friend of mine has her welding ticket. This other girl I know who is gorgeous as Venus works as a fire-fighter and once did a season on a commercial fishing boat in the waters up North. At my kickboxing gym there are women who kick the bag with far more force than I, and I've got pretty darn good kicks.
But they'll never out belch or out bench press us men, and that's why they'll always be stuck on dish duty and have to walk two steps behind.
Darcy, didn't emil miller whip ur ***? :P
See that book he wrote? i walked past a National Front rally one day and they were handing those books out for free :)
No, I was just kiddin with u need to become a pachyderm like me :D
In yankie land it's a lot different to europe i suppose
Hah! This coming from the guy who needs to buy "fancy" toilet paper.
Haha, that happens to me sometimes. Last year my brother was cleaning a deer with a new friend of his who just moved to town watching when I sauntered over. Rylen's new friend had his nose and mouth covered by his sleeve and his eyes were watering from gagging when he sees me and yells "Hey! You don't want to come over here!" Rylen started laughing and tossed me a knife, and I proceeded to practically climb right inside of the animal and slice it's thoracic organs from it's ribcage. I made it extra gross too, just to freak the kid out.
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Some fail to recognize the genteel nature of others.