Today’s life lesson is about male sandbox and bad timing.
Men? They are completely single-threaded, not being capable of even thinking about a new thread before finishing the current one. Not like us, who can start our thoughts on multiple levels, and don’t necessarily finish them.
Your honey bunny arrives tired at home with the thread of chilling out with you, and he finds himself obliged to think and make decisions, before finishing his relaxation. It doesn’t work as simple as that!
Be enthusiastic a million times, fail more and then you’ll learn to keep your thoughts inside until the appropriate moment comes. Otherwise, your wonderful ideas arrive in the male sandbox and that is not a happy place.
But don’t have great expectations. He’s a man and he has his limits. You have to understand that men are not so complex and complicated and high tech. They are simple!
I got this song from a guy who explained me once how simple men were and how overwhelming we were with the poor creatures. Of course we are cooler and better. But we tell them what they want to hear and we do as we like, in the end.
The equation is like that: make him two compliments and if you get back one smile, you can ask for something. You can’t make two compliments and ask for two things. Just one at a time! Because multi-tasking is not working.
Pay attention at how he makes decisions, at how meticulous he is when dressing up or taking a shower; and how he can’t take his clothes and shoes at the same time; or talk on the phone while cooking; or talk to you while washing the dishes. See? The limits .. poor guys.
He knows very well the one and only place where he keeps his socks. And he still asks you where they are. You tell him, and then continue speaking about your plans together for the next day. And he takes his socks, watches them and asks: Are they matching? RE TAR DED! In a toooootally cute way!
One thing at a time. One thing at a time. One thing at a time.
Not all of our thoughts arrive correctly to them. They have not enough space in memory. Everything that’s not planned gets in the sandbox and stays there forever. Men don’t have variables, they only have constants.
Shhhhh! Shut up and listen because it’s interesting.
Follow his moves when he gets out of the car, when he takes care of you so that you’re fine in trams or trains…And see that he has an algorithm for everything. And if you fuck up his algorithm, he gets lost.
You can’t introduce new tasks in a well done algorithm only because that’s what you want. It’s interesting, I love them for that! They come from a different planet, inferior, to be honest, but still different. Women are from Venus and men are from Mars?
Men! They are so cute! They are like kids. Really! Pauvres loulous…
They have things at which they are good. But infinitely less than we have. Because they work on another operating system, maybe Unix. UNIx, they work well but are not so beautiful and user friendly.
Follow his moves and be amazed in your mind about how attractive he is. And smile at all these. And don’t tell him anything. And love him MORE!
[all these have been written "to women, to let them know and don't suffer anymore", men can take it as a manifest and ignore it if they please]
With the many thanks to whom is concerned <3
