Women have an inherent protective instinct which makes them great mothers and sisters. Men by comparison have all the emotional quotient of a charging bull, which is what makes them great at nothing specific!
But the one thing we men do pursue with a certain dedicated passion is, but obviously, women. A man will sing and dance to an entirely different tune when he is wooing. However, the minute a woman senses the interests of a male in one of her companions her oddly protective shield switches on faster than the fridge light. Every woman feels that without her, her friends would be passed around town like a posse of spoils for the boys. A woman assumes that every man approaching her friends is to be fended off, for, somehow, her friends will never be capable of doing so or seeing “his” nefarious ways.
Worse yet, not only do women doubt their friends’ judgement, they also impose their opinion of the said guy upon them, insisting that it be the only way that the entire group view him. A man on death row stands a greater chance of pardon!
I don’t wish to enter into a dialogue on the concept (as also benefits) of merrymaking; suffice it to say that such clannish behaviour is not healthy, ladies! The purpose of courtship is to allow us to prove ourselves to you. If you have a lowly opinion of us, my fair friend, then maybe it’s because we didn’t think you important (or pretty or intelligent or just generally likeable) enough to wish to impress you. With your friend we may feel differently.
If only Darwin had included the word prettiest or smartest in his notion of Survival of the Fittest, Saturday nights would be far more understanding days.
The writer is a lover of women and also a sommelier
