M(female): Why?
F: Because, they are afraid of death.
F: Do you know what attracts a man the most about a woman?
M: Heart?
F: Her mind.
F: Do you know what makes the man want the woman desperately?
M: Sex?
F: Knowing, she Wants him, as well.
F: Do you know the biggest secret that man has?
M: They all want a second, third... wife?
F: That, in the end, woman control the world.
M: Why is that?
F: Don't you know, everything man does, is to win his woman. Man bring food and money home, man buy flowers for woman, man work so hard to create his empire... yet they don't own the world . Woman, woman control man, thus the world.
M: ...
F: You know, I had so many women in my life, so many. I liked them, but I did not love them all. I love you, and I thought for a few seconds, I love you and I like you, which is rare.
F: Why you did not born earlier?
M: Because, you wouldn't love me as much as now, if I would. In fact, you might not even notice me or we might not meet each other. You might still drown to your casanova life, taking girls out like lighting a cigarette and tossing it before reaching its end.
F: That's not me.
M: That's not love, it's just crush. Rest for a couple of days, you will be fine. You will return to normal, like nothing happened, and you will treat me like another girl in life.
F : No, I would never do that. I look into your eyes, there is something, something about you... I couldn't tell, I couldn't figure it out. I know I love you.
M: I do not mess around with a married man.
F: I know. I understand that about you long ago. But there is just something, something in life you just cannot control, things are things, it just happened...
Girl: How are you two doing tonight? What brought you here?
F: Very well, thank you. This is our last night in town, so we are here.
Girl: Oh, that's great. So who is this beautiful, young lady?
M: We are just friends.
F: We are having a date. We are here only for the weekend, and somehow, I fell in love with this girl, and I am cheating on my wife.
Girl: ... oh, isn't that great? (walk away)
I suddenly realize, somehow, there are that kind of special women who can be attractive to classy men at any age in their life. No matter how old they are, they held up their head, and walk straight confidently. And those women will only taste better with age like red wine.
When you are old
Yeats (UK)
When you are old, your head turns white , drowsy and dozing by the
fire, please take down this poem,
and read slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes, and the
heavy shadows of their former days;
how many people loved your youthful and joyful hours,
admired your beauty, pretended or Sincerely,
only one loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face; bowing your
head, beside the red- glowing stove, whispering sadly
of the passing of love,
pacing slowly on the hill above,
hidden among the stars face.
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