another species

The other day I was watching some little boys playing. It was an interesting sight. It was cute watching the boys punch each other, touch things they shouldn't, make bodily noises, and all the while ignorant of their mother who was trying to tame them, rolling her eyes in defeat.

I had an epiphany.

Boys and Men are not so different.

They just get taller... and hairier.

They like to hit things. They find enjoyment in annoying girls. "No" is the equivalent of "Go for it!". If something itches, scratch it. "I dare you/I bet you can't.." is all it takes.. And women are constantly rolling their eyes at them.

Men are strange. Many single girls view men with such awe and mystery. We read into everything, because we are simply convinced there is something so much deeper going on in that head of theirs. There must be something else..right? I guess in a way they are a mystery. Weird ones. Like...what the heck were you thinking mysteries. You think they are deep because they’re silent, or they are strong because they are solemn. No. No.....

Men are very easy to read I have come to realize. They are quiet because they either don’t know what to say, they aren't aware they are supposed to be saying something, or they weren't even sure you were talking to them in the first place. They can be calm, grounded and solemn because they are clueless or they don't know they should be trying to impress you, even though you’re practically jumping through fiery hoola hoops to get their attention.

Another observation:

As a dedicated and slightly ashamed viewer of The Bachelor, I have learned quite a bit about the male ego. Each year they take a perfectly decent guy and ruin him with choice. Here's my theory: All men think they are worthy of a harem; it's like this innate flaw in the male species that perpetuates with each generation, becoming stronger. So we, as an entertainment obsessed nation, take this poor unsuspecting single guy, thrust him into a circle of beautiful desperate dingbats who fight for his affection, and convince him he is worthy of a Solomon-like lifestyle.

Said bachelor has his dreams come true, and we as a nation, tell him he must choose only one. Only one?! He'll select one, of course, but it's too late. In his ego-inflated head he is now worthy of ALL of the women, and he'll never be able to stick to just one ever again. He'll want them all back, misunderstanding that harems and polygamy are banned in the US, except on reality TV of course. Or if he is like this years bachelor, he will not choose either girl because the question, "Which one?" is up there with, "Why am I here?" Hence the ruination of another good man.

So I sit back in amusement by these strange actions of the male species.

Now, don't get me wrong...There is even more I can say about the silliness of the woman's thought process. But that is for another day.

Maybe after an episode of Desperate Housewives.