A Message Through The Internet

Almost every person hooked to the net has used it at some point to send across a message to his/her partner. But what happens when a guy uses the internet to send across a message to everyone in the fairer sex? Here’s an interesting piece I came across and would like to share with you…

Things women don’t know about men
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OK. This list is a bit self defeating, because women know much more about men than we ourselves do. Frankly we are not that complex. But, like dogs, we have a few secrets, some as smelly as the dead rat under the bed and some not. And finally, let me stress that this list was limited poll, and there aren’t strict rules for male behavior, but then there was always some weird guys who won’t agree with me …

We watch channels other than
ESPN. Yup movies, the Discovery Channel and even (mostly people in urgent need of medical attention), ‘saas-bahu’ serials.

We don’t lust after every second
Girl. We lust after every third girl.

Scratching isn’t the greatest
Early-morning pleasure. Coffee is.

We wouldn’t give our right arms
For a Ferrari. After all, it’d be so much harder to drive one.

We do get pissed off when
Women are mistreated. We aren’t often vocal about it, but rape, wife beating, dowry deaths and female infanticide infuriate us. You don’t need to dominate women to be a man.

We don’t spend stag parties
Talking about women and breasts. We talk about cars and how big our muscles are and how many women we’ve slept with. Well, no, not really …

We don’t call women broads
Not even in private. But yes, we do say ‘chick’. We’re not that sensitive and sophisticated.

We will not run screaming
If you have pimples or frizzy hair or have put on one half of a gram overnight, so don’t believe the ads. And most of the times, we won’t even notice.

We really don’t like shopping
We don’t just pretend to dislike it when you’re around., just carrying your bags and then sneak off to the mall to fondle scarves when you’re supposed to be out drinking beer with other men.

We’re not totally
Sensory- deprived. A good sunrise, or the smell of earth after rain, or good music they all affect us just the way they do you.

We don’t think all pretty
Women are stupid. Frankly, we know the female of the species is deadlier than the male, and we just need to feel we have some sort of chance of survival.

We will never grow out of
Playing computer games. They’re part of life. Accept it. And trying to wean your man off them is a very bad idea- you’ll just end up with a depressed, moping old bore who weeps for his Play station in the middle of night. Now you don’t want that, do you?

Old jeans mean a lot to us
They’re comfortable, accommodating and ask nothing in return. No candlelit dinners, no French wine, no sweet nothings. Just laundry – and we love them for that. In short, lay off!

We like babies too
We also think they’re cute and cuddly and generally smell nice. We just don’t see the point of getting all gooey over anything that’s bald and wets its pants.

We don’t really like going on
Against big muscular men that you pick fights with. We can feel our teeth being loosened and our heads kicked in, and however much we love’ just pipe down, okay?

Our messes are not messes
The way clothes are carefully piled in seemingly random order, the books lying around in unsteady piles all makes sense to us, and our delicate sense of orientation can be disturbed horribly if you try and tidy up for us.

Men do cry. It takes a lot
To do it, but it happens. And oh, if it does, never remind a man of that. No, not even when you’re telling him how cute he is.

We love it when you dress up.
Sure, it takes a long time; but the results are generally worth it. More than anything, that’s because we like it when you’re proud of yourself.

We’re really, seriously,
terminally terrified of asking a girl out. At least, if she matters and this isn’t just for a dare. So give us a break, huh?

We don’t know jack about
Women. Women are, on the whole, scarily complex, thinking creatures, with more colored wires that the average time bomb. If we don’t get it right, don’t explode, okay?