I don't understand women at all.

My daughter is the only women I actually have a hope of understanding and making sense of.

When she loves me, she hugs me and smiles.

When she wants something, she hugs, smiles and say, "Daddy....."

When she is mad at me, she draws pictures of me as a monster with the caption " I hate you", and then throws the wadded up papper with the picture at me.

At 5, I could read her like a book. At 6, she less transparent. When she turns seven my Rossata Stone will be gone.

I love her and her first three boyfriends I'll have to kill under general principle.


My Mom I don't get at all.

My Wife I don't get either, but for a whole different set of reasons. When she talks I listen but it upset her because I haven't said anything and how can I really know her if we don't communicate. WHen I ask her what's wrong, she says nothing becasue "You just don't understand".

My Mistress, if I had one, I wouldn't get because "It's not about the sex"

My female friends I don't get either. They complain that the nice guys are all gone, but when there are nice guys around they talk to the thugs. The bad boys treat them like crap and they cry on my shoulder and ask..."WHy doesn't he call me??" However the won't give the nice guys the time of day.

Which bring me to DT#6