What Men Want?

Most of the time we are asked what women want? But how about what men want? What exactly do they want? Is it the doe-eyed, sweet as candy, innocent, giggling, hair twirling nymphet? Or maybe the sultry, voluptuous siren?

Take this case in point. Girl A has a blog which tells us what she eats, where she eats, which friend she hangs out with, what time she wakes up, what are her daily routines, description of her gym trainer lifestyle, what time she sleeps ya da ya da ya da……blog in blog out. And I am guessing, if it is appropriate to be put into writing, maybe what she does in the bathroom as well! A very detailed account of her life which would have made a stalker’s life that much easier! I mean there are blogs, and there are bad blogs and there are mediocre blogs and then there are good blogs. But blogs of this nature seemed kind of frivolous. Like does anyone need to know you are eating biscuits on your bed now? Or going out to gym now? Or that you just got back from the gym? And always in that chirpy, giggly tone with cute vocabularies and cutesy poses of herself thrown in. Just reading her blog makes it seems like there are no sorrows or problems in this world or more accurately, her world. Can anyone be that giddily happy all the time?

Which leads me back to the big question. Is this the kind of girl that guys moon over? The kind that whispers oh so sweet nothings in your ears and makes you go weak in the knees(and thereafter you would do just about any of her bidding). Because seriously, I am getting really worried now about me spending my old age alone and wrinkly. At age 35(well 36 given another 3 days or so), if I were to act in this way, there is no doubt in my mind that I’ll find myself strapped to a straight jacket and being carted away pronto to an institution for the mentally disturbed!

Okay, I admit I was too judgmental and hard on this poor girl whom I don’t even know. But you know what, there is a bitchiness lying dormant in every woman, that we control and never let loose. That is until your world is being threatened. And what better time for a glorious escape than when you are vying for the heart of the same man! And if this is seriously what gets him off then I am SO doomed! I concede defeat hands down, legs down. I could never be like her and I blame my mom for it. Who else otherwise? What bliss it is to live an untainted life where the world revolves around themselves, food, friends, gym and more food and more friends and more self.  Isn’t that what most of us crave for in life but never find. Frankly, I do envy her.