subject a meets subject b; aside from the immediate attractions, you know, the wit, the personality, the small, whitish structures found and placed perfectly in the jaws, the luscious lips, the silky hair, the perfect, ridiculously-good looking ASS-ets, the perfect wallet, WHAT ELSE DO HUMAN BEINGS NEED? i mean, really? lets take the spider monkey for example. with its disproportionate limbs and long, prehensile tail, who wouldn't skip a beat for this hot simianus? however, in this species, 'monkey see monkey do' is literal. monkey puss sees and inserts into 'makak zozo,' aka monkey dick. the female chooses her mate. there's no dating involved; there isn't even any hanging out. this woman knows what she wants and she goes out to get it without hesitation. and if ass is on her mind, this bitch uses a technique known as anogenital sniffing in order to see her mates readiness for copulation. (i'd jump on your back too.)
on the other hand, humans use a little more complication. in the end of every situation and every relationship, the jerks get JERKed off, and the women get a LACK of emotional intelligence. let's define: women tend to look deeper into the act of co-i-tus n. sexual union between a male and a female involving the insertion of the penis into the vagina. in a biological sense, after ejaculation the male's job is to naturally revert back as the aggressive hunter, whilst the females hypothalamus releases endorphins to nurture the seeded offspring. zzzz. fcku biology.males approach sex from a surface level: get in and get OUT.
and before you know it, we, as the wonderful idiots that we are, just naturally fall. this is my conclusion: women like people and men do NOT. men like objects, aka things, aka hi-fi systems, computers, riding with 200 on their dash'. men like rock-band. women like love, and the feeling of being loved and wanted. yet for a man, the physical act is just that: physical. you give him a time, a place, a condom, a comfortable bed (or not), and he WILL make things happen. the sexual conjunction is an end to itself, but for women we always "EXPECT" more.you fcku us, you leave us, and we don't receive a phone call, yet you still manage to text us how much you miss us once we leave.for every slim shady who's been accused of this act, please STAND up.
for all you retarted morons out there, (men), you splurge on honesty. "ive never lied to you..." zzz. before you proclaim that you're currently married, but practically separated, how about stating that you're just in this to have fun? oh, because you won't get laid if you actually tell the entire truth? it's quite charming how 'beautiful' and 'amazing' us women are before you sleep with us. if i could accumulate the numerous compliments i've received before engaging in sexual activities, i could write an effen book on how FCKING AMAZING I AM. bad luck bimbo? perhaps.
charlotte once screamed, 'did the last four-and-a-half hours mean anything to you?' (men: all together, "NO.") On a lighter note, doris lessing writes on the subject of sexual freedom in her book, 'the golden notebook': "free, we say, yet the truth is they (men) get erections when they're with a woman they don't give a damn about, but we (women) don't have an orgasm unless we love him. what's free about that?" and then we have carrie bradshaw who once asked, "in an age where women enjoy the same money and successes as men, why shouldn't women be able to enjoy sex like a man?well, let me explain...women can't read maps, and men don't listen.
