The Man's Nature

Should you decide to read a following few lines, you'd better be prepared to learn possibly the most shocking revelation, you've ever heard in your entire life. I'm going to share with you a staggering secret, carefully guarded for millenniums, a sacred truth, known by the long forgotten ancient nations from the dawn of civilization. This concealed knowledge originates possibly as far as 35000 years ago, when the Cro-Magnon man first invented a woman.

I will present you a factual conclusion about a predestined human condition disguised so masterly, it's been constantly misinterpreted (amazingly enough) by both genders alike. Women, at least their romantically inclined overwhelming majority, are immensely delighted by the little random acts of chivalry, occasionally performed for them by men and they love them for it. Needless to say, the guys gladly accept any credit that comes their way, for anything they might have done, either knowingly or not and this instance is not an exception. So it seems, everyone involved in such a social interaction feels always somehow uplifted - gallantry works like a magic. It considerably boosts a man's ego and a woman's self-confidence at the same time. But beware! You know, what's really hiding behind your cavalier's courtly gesture, when he opens the door and let's you go ahead, or when he slams on the brakes of his vehicle, so you can safely cross the road in front of him? Or why he's always behind you when you walk upstairs, providing a safety net in case you trip and fall? Well, in a plain reality, your prince charming does it solely because he wants to check and evaluate your curves from behind.

Why do we do that? An irresistible enchanting parable comes to my mind:

There is a fable about a scorpion asking a frog to carry him across a river. The frog is afraid of being stung, but the scorpion reassures him that if it stung the frog, he would sink and the scorpion would drown as well. The frog then agrees; nevertheless, in mid-stream, the scorpion stings him, dooming both of them. When asked why, the scorpion explains, "I could not help myself. I'm a scorpion; it's my nature."

When you notice a gentleman pausing, turning his head and gazing at the passing dame's rear, don't judge him harshly. He just needs to make sure, she's equally good going, as she's coming. He just can't help himself. He's a man. That's his nature.

M.