Damn. What is it with women...

Wife hauled me to the coffee shop today. I don't usually drink coffee, and didn't this time, but they have decent carrot cake.

Anyway, across the street there was a wedding apparel store. Front window, female mannequin, missing everything but a slip. Including her arm.

I made the mistake of pointing it out.

Now, men, you know one of two things would happen here:
1. The woman will complain that you think she's supposed to have a body like that, her butt's too big, etc. That didn't happen. Fortunatley, rarely if ever does.
2. She stares at it, laughs, stares some more, goes on to tell everybody in the place about it, stares some more, babbles on about her modeling, our sex life, everything that really does NOT need to be discussed in public.

Yeah, the second one. Why is it that women feel the need to discuss this stuff, IN PUBLIC? Or with their friends? It's NOBODY ELSES FARKING BUSINESS.

Women - We men do NOT like having our sex lives discussed over dinner in a restaraunt, walking down the street, on a cell phone, with the rest of the group of women over a salad, yelled across a store or anything else. Much like we don't want to try to enjoy a nice steak while you inform us and everyone in earshot that it's "that time of the month" and you need your feminine hygene products, and shall we get them right after dinner so you don't stain anything...

*sigh*