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Women want...hmmmm

Infinity. The creation of life. The constant and consistent rotation of heavenly bodies around a central, blazing star. The transformation of a wriggly, skinny caterpillar into a flying wonder that only lives for a day. The Creator set forth a vast invisible machinery that continues its relentless accuracy millions of years later. In this vastness He placed us and gave us dominion over His precious creations; stewards of the highest calling, protectors of the noblest pursuits and benefactors of enormous blessings.

His wisdom bestowed us the ability to reason and ponder; to ruminate on the greatness of His power and the choice to discover the door to His glorious bounty.

But of the intracacies of medicine, to the elements of physics, still beyond the development of language is the mystery of what women want. For centuries the male species has drunk from that Pyreian spring for a simple glimpse of the a clue.

As a young black male in 2005, its hard and very sad to admit that the prospect of finding a wife or even a trustworthy steady girlfriend is a task more daunting than teaching a toddler calculus. We've heard the cliches about a woman's perogative and the unconscious need to be finicky, but as men we are expecting a slight rule change when it comes to matters of the heart. And yes SOME men are the same way but when we write a blog about mens' failures that will be addressed. (yea right!)

I have a theory on the differences between choosing a soulmate by men and women. It's alway said that men look for someone like their mother and women look for someone like their father because these are the first and most lasting images of masculine and femininity. So armed with this limitation, men are more secure and set in their definition of a perfect woman, whereas women are all over the map with a blurred picture of who "mr. right" might be. Seems strange since most women "claim" that they are truly in control of what they want and men are just traveling dogs who can never settle down. In the past say 20 years, there has been a breakdown and rearrangment of the family for various reasons. A large number of homes are single-parented by a woman with no male figure even remotely involved. How does this impact our soulmate search by gender? As men we almost ALWAYS have a positive female figure (grandmother, mother, aunt, etc.) in our lives. That means we always have a clear concise picture of the kind of woman we will eventually settle down with and are in no rush to settle for something other than this clear concise image. Women, on the other hand, with an absence of positive defining male figures in their lives don't truly know what makes up a truly good man and what makes up a really bad man. Women must rely on personal experiences, friends' experiences and what they "think" will make them happy, whereas men know what makes them happy because mom or granny was/is the most cherished example of womanhood.

Men know what a good woman is and is not. Women unfortunately are behind us on this one. Touche.

Take heed as we look to the East.

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