I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
T. S. Eliot
Ask a man, any man, tall ones, short ones, the ones with big bushy beards to give you a definition of emotional intelligence and many would struggle to give you a definitive answer. Ask a woman, and I am sure that you’ll be barraged with an influx of colourful examples, all of which are actually correct. The beauty of an emotional intellect is that it varies from person to person. Nevertheless, their high levels of emotional intelligence are best displayed when concentrated into their exquisite intuition. They are absolute experts at reading a persons emotions, so much so that they get upset if you’re unable to read theirs, as it comes so naturally to them, they assume that us men are blessed with the exact same gift, we’re not. A woman is unfortunately always right, and their ability to sniff out a lie is unparalleled, so consider your actions next time you decide to discuss that night out you had with your fellow pack of wolves, or the “we just had drinks together” with the girl from work yarn, because like a predator themselves, they shall hunt the truth out of you, faster and easier than you falling for their charms on your first night together. But the pain of being sniffed out is just the beginning, for hell know no fury like a woman scoured.
In vengeance and love, a woman is far more barbaric than any man could ever wish to be Friedrich Nietzsche
Vengeance being a dish best served cold is a tactic all too familiar to the fairer species. Being men, vengeance is a simple thing, that normally results in some broken noses and first class tickets being issued to Headbutt City. Women are all too well rehearsed in the weaknesses of men, they know that a mans pride is the most delicate of persona strengths he owns. take that away, and you’re left with a withering wreak, a shell of the man that once was. It will almost always come in a slow calculated attack, where the comparisons of dogs to men and women to cats certainly is highlighted. They will break you down and crush you, destroying emotions that you never knew you had. So how best to handle these alluring enigmas? The answer is obvious, isn’t it?
Honesty is the best policy.