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Women are quite complicated, aren't they?

You'd better damn well believe it.

Yeah, but why? I mean... Wouldn't it be easier if we could all understand each other?

Takes the fun out of everything, doesn't it? Besides, it's not like we women can understand you men any better. Humanity's just this one big mystery.

I guess... But I'd like to know why women do some of the things they do. And men only put on a show to seem mysterious. We just want to impress people.

Trust me, I figured that one out already, but it's damned annoying. For most men, anyway. There are always the exceptions.

Okay, hit me with a question, then.

Yeah, we're kind of mixed. Some men are alright, while others are kind of... eh... I guess you know.

Um... Well, why do some women lie to men to get them to have sex with them?

Because sometimes that's the only way to get a quick shag. Makes us feel better about ourselves, too, like sexier, somehow all the more enticing. And, hey, even guys need prodding now and then.

Only fair I get to ask questions back, right? So. What is it with you blokes and sports, anyway? You're basically just watching others of your own gender get sweaty and potentially beat the shit out of each other for points.

I guess... But would you tell a guy that you were being shipped off to Iraq for the war just to get them to shag you?

I'm not really sure. To be honest, I don't watch too much sport. It's not really my thing. But it might be them imagining themselves doing those sort of things.

Sure, why not? It's hardly as if I'll ever see them again.

Yeah, but what if you do see them again? Then what?

Then I don't talk to them. They were only a one-night stand anyway.

I don't usually have to lie anyway. Me and the gang go--or used to go--to pubs all the time. Really easy to pick up just about anyone at the drop of a hat.

Oh. You don't giggle to your friends as they leave after they try to talk to you?

Why don't you go any more?

We really aren't... At least, not some of us.

I beg to differ. There's a lot of things that women do that I don't understand.

Tried asking 'em, Sport?

Mm... No, not really. I mean, the women I don't understand probably wouldn't answer me truthfully.

Um, my name's Bret, actually. What's yours?

Interesting.

Emma Grace. Or Emma. Or Em. Whatever you want to call me of those three is fine. Or if you'd like to be formal, Mrs. Weasley works.

I thought we agreed that they are.

Yeah, but I was hoping to get some female insight. And I have!

Congratulations. Are you learning anything useful?

Um, yeah, a bit. ...No, actually. Not really.

Keep asking, man. The girls talk to you. You look like the sensitive type.

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