I am a nice guy. Or so my female friends tell me. I'm a nice, helpful, generally likeable guy. A close friend of mine once said to me (and this was a girl whom he had been contemplating proposing marriage to), "I wish I had a younger brother like you." That is a wonderful wish. Next year.. christmas(Santa.. you listening). I mean, how is a man supposed to react to a statement like that? I think women use such statements to see how men respond to situations of extreme stress (Freud would be apologetic). It's probably some kind of experiment in psychology. And we men go along with it simply because, you know, they are women.
Talking about the strange things women have said to me, this is one of my favorites: "You remind me of my dog." Meaning, I assume, that I walk on all fours, have long flappy ears, and prefer to relieve myself
in front of a water hydrant. I wonder if anyone would want that kind of person as his or her younger brother.
So, as you would have guessed by now, I am single. I am a single, nice, helpful, generally likeable guy. Who reminds women of their dog. And I've come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as a
single woman. A single woman is like Schrödinger's cat. (For the not-so-technically-inclined, Schrödinger was a physicist. The sadist that he was, he used a poor little cat to teach quantum physics. He hypothesized
a cat in a box, with an arrangement such that as long as the box was closed, the cat could be either dead or alive. But the moment you opened the box to check, a poisonous gas would be released killing the cat instantly -- if it had been alive in the first place. For more details, type "Schrödinger's cat" in Google.)
Women are like that. Until you bother to find out whether they are single or not, they could be either. But the moment you get curious... bang, they're single no longer. It is normally between the first and third week of my acquaintance with a girl that I'm given this glorious piece of information.
"Hey, I have something to tell you. I'm getting engaged next week, and I want you to come to the party." Ahem.
"Guess what? I'm getting married next month! Aren't you overjoyed?" Yes, of course. I'm so happy I have tears in my eyes. I have tears in my eyes. My eyes. why?
(Plagiarised from some article on Sulekha.com as pointed out by Sherene) (Let me add..some modifications) (This one was for my flatmate...BTW)
Talking about the strange things women have said to me, this is one of my favorites: "You remind me of my dog." Meaning, I assume, that I walk on all fours, have long flappy ears, and prefer to relieve myself
in front of a water hydrant. I wonder if anyone would want that kind of person as his or her younger brother.
So, as you would have guessed by now, I am single. I am a single, nice, helpful, generally likeable guy. Who reminds women of their dog. And I've come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as a
single woman. A single woman is like Schrödinger's cat. (For the not-so-technically-inclined, Schrödinger was a physicist. The sadist that he was, he used a poor little cat to teach quantum physics. He hypothesized
a cat in a box, with an arrangement such that as long as the box was closed, the cat could be either dead or alive. But the moment you opened the box to check, a poisonous gas would be released killing the cat instantly -- if it had been alive in the first place. For more details, type "Schrödinger's cat" in Google.)
Women are like that. Until you bother to find out whether they are single or not, they could be either. But the moment you get curious... bang, they're single no longer. It is normally between the first and third week of my acquaintance with a girl that I'm given this glorious piece of information.
"Hey, I have something to tell you. I'm getting engaged next week, and I want you to come to the party." Ahem.
"Guess what? I'm getting married next month! Aren't you overjoyed?" Yes, of course. I'm so happy I have tears in my eyes. I have tears in my eyes. My eyes. why?
(Plagiarised from some article on Sulekha.com as pointed out by Sherene) (Let me add..some modifications) (This one was for my flatmate...BTW)
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