Women are like apples...

 Now I'm sure that you have received the e-mail that praises women, saying that they are apples and the good ones are on the top of the tree, and men are too lazy to reach to the top, but instead pick from the bottom. On occasion, a good man comes along who is willing to pick from the top of the tree, getting a really good woman. A year or two back, I got a variation of this e-mail. At the bottom of the paragraph description of good women, there was a few sentences that will always stick in my brain..."Now men. Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes and as women, we have to pound the sh*t out of them so they are something decent to have dinner with." I try to be an optimistic person, but I often fail at it. I have been optimistic, hoping that there are in fact, good guys out there. Being at university, several people have asked me where the good guys are...I tend to respond with, "They are already taken." But I have discovered something tonight. There are very few good guys. Now, you don't have to share my view, and I'm sure, if you have a wonderful man, you won't. I was talking to a guy tonight, thinking he was a nice guy. He's always treated me with respect, he's been very quick to ask forgiveness if he's offended me or upset me. But tonight, I saw a side that wasn't very pleasant. Going back to the e-mail, how many guys are willing to reach up to the top of the tree and pick us wonderful women? Also, my promise to wait for a gooder. Is there even enough gooders for us all? It has been my experience that there are very few good guys out there. They may appear all warm and fuzzy on the outside, but we all have our quirks do we not? I have been played more in these last couple months, than in my entire life. Why is that?! Even by people that I expected more from. That brings me to think that possibly we areexpecting too much? I mean, as women, we are by no means perfect, or close to it. Have we just been taught to only be treated like princesses, and refuse to accept anything less? I mean, yes, we accept less, but all along, wanting more. Are we being entirely too ambitious in our quest for our perfect man? I also can't help but blame myself for being played. Do I just expect better and continually get disappointed? Am I setting myself up for failure? Is Jamie, the pessimist, actually being too optimistic? I realize that I am still young, and have plenty of time to find myself a wonderful man, but I can't help but question whether he is in fact out there. My question is this..are there really guys out there willing to pick from the top of the tree, treat us women like princess, and willing to go through hell and back to be with us?

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