How come she knows everything? They know what I should wear, what I should eat, drink; come to think about it I am pretty darned sure that there has been a mention, you know the nudge nudge wink wink, of what, who and where I should open my mouth. Don’t get me started on what she thinks about what and how I should feel (ok, am talking to self here but hey don’t be too quick to judge, it’s happened to you too and if you say no then you know who you are, a liar)
The “she” here is not just the woman I am with now but I the women (non-familial) whom I have have the remotest of contact with, be it a woman I fell hard and deep (and god knows into what), had a crush on, just been friends, you know the different scenarios possible, right?
But seriously! A casual remark or a slight mention of things, and the woman lying next to me, stark naked, still looking for a tissue, can think of the other women that she knows that I would be perfect for!
OK! I must be too afraid to dive deep or maybe she has enough depth that a sequel to “The Deep” was planned and promptly dropped after the producer explored this one’s depth?!
Coming back to the poor referrals (I mean poor emphatically) doesn’t that make you think that the woman I was with hated the women that she mentioned were right for me? Some school or college envy that fits perfectly with their vengeance for me?
Or could she be just faking it?
Is it what women know, or is it what woman want?
