Lady Luck with the ladies!

Inspired by the famous Mel Gibson movie "What women want?" , And his famous question "What women want, and why are they doing cute things?" I decided to try and decode that very query. I got nowhere and I do not think anything became clearer as a result of my curiosity, instead I discovered that I was better off before (Ignorance is bliss indeed). My search (as I term it) began in the days that reach puberty at the age of 12 years and like any male hormone charges began to notice girls everywhere.

I was at a Catholic school for all children "and that seemed to add to the frustration of dealing with hormones and no girls around. Moreover, all children means no clue about girls and not the guts to talk to them (me realized at age 17 girls go through the same feelings, the biology class only explained the physical aspects). Then along came Mel Gibson, the ability to hear women's thoughts, which was absolutely fascinating and seemed like a solution to all my problems. I thought "If I could try to understand what they were thinking about women and be sensitive to their needs, no problem."Mel Gibson Helen Hunt won even after losing his powers, but realized that women needed to be heard.

Having a sister or sisters around, while the dangerous stage of puberty is very helpful, not only to understand girls, but the role of men. So I was well on my way to be Mel Gibson, or so I thought. Very soon I realized that a movie is only a movie and nothing more. Mel Helen would come while playing the lead role and I was stuck with the books and "Chick-Lit" doing their best to understand the psychology of women (in my case, mostly teenage girls). I advised the 19 who actually talk to the girls who have given me a much better perspective. Then a school for all children to a university for all children, I never met many girls along the way (most of my friends and I envy them). The mystery of reality, talk to the girls created a fear (which was a figment of my imagination) and stayed. Therefore, fear conveniently decided to postpone the age of 18 who was still a good three years away and it seemed the right age. How wrong I was.

Now the macho stereotype requires a man or of any kind have at least a few friends or know and boast about his connections as a child, I was 18 it was time to be male (or at least a man with an ego ). The fear that was buried deep inside the corner of my brain just now re-emerged stronger and more effective than ever. So I decided to study the psychology of women (which my sister had no direct advice, swear by their principles). I was never interested in reading, but my hormones made me read as though I've never read before. I thought that armed with enough knowledge, could speak and impress a girl or as many films and turned chicken sweep a girl off her feet.

Confident as ever, and what I thought at that time had better knowledge than on girls, now finally talk to a girl who cares Big Mistake, I had never talked to other girls my sister or cousins. I stood at the very prospect of even a simple approach.My thoughts confused me more, and tried to talk to girls, and could possibly, but only in an evasive and very formal sense (I credit the formal style of etiquette classes I took a few months ago, I had a good looking group of girls taking classes with me, fear again). I went back to writing about women. Yes, you guessed it, no girl, no girlfriend, and not girls who are friends. Oh, and by the end of a clue about what women want (in men, or other)