Descoperiri despre ei

Articolul de mai jos are o tenta feminista. Acesta nu oglindeste in totalitate opiniile autorului.

Barbatii sunt o adevarata comoara. Si, ca orice comoara, trebuie descoperita cu ceva efort. Nu va descurajati cand nu vedeti sclipirea nestemata a look-ului sau IQ-ului lor, ea exista, doar ca este mai adanc ingropata. Lasand gluma la o parte, ideea acestei postari este ca noi, femeile, sa ne luminam putin in ceea ce priveste Adam si urmasii sai. Iata ce am aflat eu:

Barbatii se indragostesc cu adevarat. Ati auzit vreodata de un barbat care sa spuna despre femeia care i-a cazut cu tronc " e plina de bani" ? Explicatia e simpla: niciodata nu este el cel care evalueaza averea ( nici macar pe-a lui ). De asta se ocupa doar femeile.

Barbatilor nu le plac "discutiile despre relatie". Mai bine-i epilezi pe picioare cu ceara fierbinte! Asta pentru ca, de cele mai multe ori, ei nici nu vor sa se simta ca si cum ar fi intr-o relatie. Vor sa fie vanatori, asa cum au fost decand lumea, nu sa stea legati de gard si doar sa adulmece prada. Sigur, situatia se schimba radical atunci cand un alt barbat incepe sa creada ca"relatia" nu ar exista.

Barbatii nu stiu sa spuna " nu". La drept vorbind, de-a lungul istoriei, n-au primit prea multe provocari in acest sens. Sa nu ne miram ca nu inteleg pe deplin acest termen. Tocmai lipsa familiarizarii cu "nu" ii aduce uneori in situatii disperate.

Barbatii cumpara numai lucruri serioase si necesare. Ce ar face o femeie cu 500 de euro? Probabil si-ar cumpara o poseta Gucci. Barbatul probabil si-ar cumpara scule de pescuit.

Cine mai stie si mai doreste sa impartaseasca din experienta cu cititorii, este binevenit!

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