from one simple thing: you’re a woman, and we men will do
anything humanly possible to impress you so that, ultimately,
we can be with you. You’re the driving force behind why we
wake up every day. Men go out and get jobs and hustle to make
money because of women. We drive fancy cars because of
women. We dress nice, put on cologne, get haircuts and try to
look all shiny and new for you. We do all of this because the
more our game is stepped up, the more of you we get.
You’re the ultimate prize to us.
This may be a hard pill for you to swallow and some of you
may be offended by what I’m about to say, but I say this in truth
and an abiding love for the opposite sex: somewhere along the
way, women lost sight of this. Maybe in part because we men
have played so many games, pulled so many tricks out of our
hats—just plain done so much wrong in our quest to get
women—that we’ve convinced you all that you are not impor-
tant to us. Perhaps it has to do with how women are raised
these days—there’s been the constant encouragement from your
mothers and aunties and grandmas and female mentors to edu-
cate yourselves and get great jobs and to be independent women,
no matter the cost, even if it means putting off having serious
relationships. Or maybe you all have just been worn down by
the constant media obsession with perfection, with everything
from magazine covers to television shows, to commercials, and
blogs, and everything else telling you to nip it and tuck it and
suck it in and dress it up and look like Halle Berry and Beyoncé
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