When we go to a toilet, we usually go for one reason and one reason only. Women use toilets as social lounges and therapy rooms. Women who go to a toilet as strangers can come out best friends and lifelong buddies. But everyone would be instantly suspicious of a guy who called out, 'Hey Frank, I'm going to the toilet. You wanna come with me?' We dominate TV remote controls and flick through the channels; women don't mind watching the commercials. Under pressure, we drink alcohol and invade other countries; women eat chocolate and go shopping. Women criticize men for being insensitive, uncaring, not listening, not being warm and compassionate, not talking, not giving enough love, not being committed to relationships, wanting to have sex rather than make love, turning the temperature down, and leaving the toilet seat up.
We criticize women about their driving, for not being able to read street directories, for turning maps upside down, for their lack of a sense of direction, for talking too much without getting to the point, for not initiating sex often enough, turning the temperature up, and for leaving the toilet seat down. We can never find a pair of socks but our CDs are in alphabetical order. Women can always find the missing set of car keys, but rarely the most direct route to their destination. We think they're the most sensible sex. Women know they are. We marvel at the way a woman can walk into a room full of people and give an instant commentary on everyone; women can't believe men are so unobservant. We are amazed how a woman can't see a red flashing oil light on the car dashboard but can spot a blonde hair in a dark corner 50 meters away. Women are bewildered by us when we consistently parallel park a car in a tight spot using a rear-view mirror, but can never find the G-spot.
Who is the better sex?
We criticize women about their driving, for not being able to read street directories, for turning maps upside down, for their lack of a sense of direction, for talking too much without getting to the point, for not initiating sex often enough, turning the temperature up, and for leaving the toilet seat down. We can never find a pair of socks but our CDs are in alphabetical order. Women can always find the missing set of car keys, but rarely the most direct route to their destination. We think they're the most sensible sex. Women know they are. We marvel at the way a woman can walk into a room full of people and give an instant commentary on everyone; women can't believe men are so unobservant. We are amazed how a woman can't see a red flashing oil light on the car dashboard but can spot a blonde hair in a dark corner 50 meters away. Women are bewildered by us when we consistently parallel park a car in a tight spot using a rear-view mirror, but can never find the G-spot.
Who is the better sex?
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