Pretty Women

I have always found human behaviour to be fascinating. Perhaps I should have been an anthropologist. But I'm not an anthropologist by profession. I'm stuck here. And yet I still think I have a right to practise this profession, well at least on blogspot. Women make men happy. Pretty women make men happier. New women make men happy. And new pretty women make men the happiest. I see it a lot, it is echoed all the more when a new female pops out of the blue. Sometimes the women aren't even pretty. But they have that rounded butt, long pins which make it difficult for men to work and function. But as long as they're happy, does anybody care? Yes. I do. I care if it creates a feel-good atmosphere for men, because my life will automatically become easy since men's eyes are double-glazed. I care because the sudden happy atmosphere is funny. I also care because it is quite entertaining. I care because I wish I could take the men's pulse to find it racing high. I also care because I wish I could find it in myself to suggest that the men take an eyesight exam. Because any woman popping up might have the perfect butt, but she's still no match for me and my pretty face. And yes I know that sounds like bragging, and it is bragging, but there really is no need to put myself down. I think I like bragging anyway. And it takes an honest woman to declare it openly. So yes I know there will be many more women with the perfect butt, but not any other with a perfect face. Some look like horses, some look like parrots. It is really just like Animal Farm. And the men are so happy. They do not realise that had they not been in the chair they sit, they wouldn't have been given a second glance, not even a first. So I sit there, watching, making the most of my anthropological talents. And it's one good show where you don't even have to pay for a seat. Splendid things these pretty women.