(man humor) Two twenty five year old women in my hotel room, deciding what they

(man humor)

Two twenty five year old women in my hotel room, deciding what they will wear to the disco, as if, as an attractive twenty-five-year old female, it matters – and bordering on tears at the smallest hint of imperfection. Me here, my clothes for the night are laying out on the bed, watch, belt and all – and I’m typing up bug reports, laughing at the absurdity of it. It’s all about their status relative to other women, and improving their confidence. And it has nothing to do with men whatsoever. Because honestly,it’s not like any man in the world would say no to ether of them, or kick them out of bed for that matter. 🙂

Women are fascinating. Humans are fascinating. Endlessly.

Revel in it. 🙂