Men from my perception

What are men, to the mind of the woman's heart?

We women think we can see things so clearly, but what do we know?

We don't understand a single thing about them.

Doesn't it always seem to be, that the one who always tells you "You can have any man you want" is the only one you want, that you can't have.

Men have a tendency to lead women on. They deceive us. They tease us, tempt us, create feelings inside us, make us think it's all so true, all the while, leading us to believe something false. And then, upon accomplishing this goal, they turn around and run the other direction once they've succeeded in setting us up for failure.

They demand our love, our undivided attention. So we freely give it, because we are women--It's our nature. We were made to love. But when we do, they retreat, and often into the arms of another.

Why is it that men only want things until they get them? After that, they no longer want it?
Why ask for anything if you'll just turn it away when it comes?

How can it be, that with the dating world being so huge vast, so immense, so amazingly intimidating, with such a vast variety of potential, yet, they are all the same? So different, yet so alike? And always with the same outcome. How discouraging. Yet we still continue to try. Again and again.

Sort of like playing the lottery every day of your life, and never winning. We get discouraged, we KNOW we will never win. Yet we still play every day, just in case, for the hope that maybe someday it might happen.

Sort of like the kid with a hundred quarters trying to get the stuffed animal out of the claw machine. Try as he may, he can never get that claw to pick it up and drop it down the hole. Yet he uses up every quarter he's got trying.

Sort of like Baskin Robbins. Sure there are 31 flavors, but it's all still just ice cream.

Sort of like being stranded on a boat in the middle of the ocean and you're thirsty. Sure, there's water everywhere. But you can't drink any of it.
We women consistently have no success in love, yet we are always continually trying.
Every man is different, but they are all the same.

Some men start off nice and sweet. Harmless and gentle. Polite and well-mannered. But step outside, and soon their mask fades like mascara in the rain, and their perversion is left standing there staring at you, wide-eyed and grinning, teeth bared. What can we do but walk away?

Other men seem wonderful, perfect in every way. We've searched high and low, and are finally being rewarded for our efforts. Against all odds, we've finally found "The One." But the only thing standing between us and him is his reluctance. Slowly he turns, and walks away.

Some men come off crass and haughty, proud and dominant. Strong and persuasive. They manipulate our minds and steer us wrong. Weobliviously release to them all control, and oblige to their every desires. But soon his spell wears off , only then can we see clearly now at what we have done. Head down, regretful eyes filled with tears, you turn and walk away.

Other men are nice enough, decent, hard-working and selfless. They care for us and share with us, and are always there for us. But we just can't seem to find that spark, to make us feel the way he does. Sadly, painfully, and both of us hopeless, now he must turn and walk away.

Every man is different.

Every man is the same.

Try as we may, we will never understand them. Yet we still continue to try. And we still continue to fail.

Yet try we must, if we feel we must, if the pursuit of love is our objective. But is there a point to it all, if someone always walks away? How do we not just give up? Raise the white flag and surrender?

Maybe I should. But could I if I tried? Would I really want to?

No, probably not