I got this from P*yups.com. An excerpt from Women are from Venus, Supermen are from Krypton contributed by pusa .
"It does men injustice to speak of them objectively, for as you would have figured out, nothing is absolute in the secret lives of men. As I have said, I would refrain from talking about things I know nothing about like love, relationships, or why men are like that. I provide answers, not explanations. You see men as big hairy beings that would lie, steal, cheat, and break your heart as soon as you gave them the chance, and probably you’re right, but we’re also good for hunting and opening jar lids and…stuff. Bottom line? Chasing supermen is nigh impossible without a handful of kryptonite shards. Settling down with a less-than perfect earthman is not so bad, once you see his special silver lining. In Freudian sense, the best way to go is with a man who keeps his id, ego, and superego under control and on near equal points. In layman's terms, despite their visible and possibly biological flaws, you cannot go wrong with someone who respects your privacy, someone who treats all women equal but treats his woman like a queen, someone who would listen to both sides of stories, someone who recycles paper or uses unleaded gas, or at least someone that makes you smile. But if you're still wishing to bag that perfect, dreamy, prince charming, if you don't have a pair of glass slippers, a posse of dancing mice, and one kick-ass fairy godmother, I say good luck to you."
Now, since he puts it that way, I want no Superman either. A regular guy would do just fine.
"It does men injustice to speak of them objectively, for as you would have figured out, nothing is absolute in the secret lives of men. As I have said, I would refrain from talking about things I know nothing about like love, relationships, or why men are like that. I provide answers, not explanations. You see men as big hairy beings that would lie, steal, cheat, and break your heart as soon as you gave them the chance, and probably you’re right, but we’re also good for hunting and opening jar lids and…stuff. Bottom line? Chasing supermen is nigh impossible without a handful of kryptonite shards. Settling down with a less-than perfect earthman is not so bad, once you see his special silver lining. In Freudian sense, the best way to go is with a man who keeps his id, ego, and superego under control and on near equal points. In layman's terms, despite their visible and possibly biological flaws, you cannot go wrong with someone who respects your privacy, someone who treats all women equal but treats his woman like a queen, someone who would listen to both sides of stories, someone who recycles paper or uses unleaded gas, or at least someone that makes you smile. But if you're still wishing to bag that perfect, dreamy, prince charming, if you don't have a pair of glass slippers, a posse of dancing mice, and one kick-ass fairy godmother, I say good luck to you."
Now, since he puts it that way, I want no Superman either. A regular guy would do just fine.
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