God and Adam were talking in the Garden of Eden
Adam said to God. “How come you made Eve so stunning, that smile, that long flowing hair, how she moves.” His eyes blinked in wonder.
God said. “Why Adam that would be, so you would pay attention her and would be attracted to her.”
“Oh, I am that,” Adam responded, “then how come you made her so charming and so much fun to be with and smell so sweet.”
“Very simple my only man” God smiled. “you would love her and be devoted to taking care of her.”
“Makes sense to me.” Adam was still puzzled. “Then how come you made her so…. dumb.”
“Oh Adam.” God chuckled. “that is easy, I wanted her to love you too.”
Females are a gift from our Almighty God, they are not dumb. He gave them to us for procreation and as a companion. We do have our differences for sure in thinking and many very different habits but without females, we are empty and lost.
When I originally played with the idea of writing a romance novel or short story from a man’s point of view, it blew me away. I realized I had known some 38 females in my life at one time or another in my past 60 plus years. Most of them walked away after only a few days, some lasted a few months, two of them I was married to. But what common thread keeps that us together and occasionally drives us apart? Here are the first names of both close friends, actual girlfriends, one is very dear niece, two wives and two daughters- in- law that have touched my life in some way that I have not forgotten any of them.
We had many girls in our church youth group, Charlene was a very soft spoke, charm girl with long dark draped over her shoulders. We paled around in several things high school. We sit and talk when I cold couldn’t get Carols attention. I don’t know how it came about but I got a date with her and we doubled with my brother. We went miniature golfing and truly enjoyed it. Then graduation day came along and so did new work hours. I wanted to ask her out again but ours did not match up too. I tried often to call to talk, she was rarely ever home. I went to school in California and kept in touch with by letter, but little did I know she started dating someone else. When I returned after only a from California few months Iater, to find her cold and unfriendly. I met her new boyfriend in college and it turned out he was also a photographer. I felt bad that I lost her, and even worse when her boyfriend committed suicide over a maternity suite she filed against him. I was disgusted realizing what kind of girl she really was. I never saw her again.