Men pick women because they think they won’t change, but they do.
Women pick men because they hope that they’ll change, but they don’t.
Here is my lunch today. Looks good, yes? It should. I forced it in to submission and made it what I wanted it to be. I wanted mexcian for lunch. Specifically, tacos. But I didn’t have taco stuff, I had lentil dal and palak paneer leftovers.
So, I made do. Forced by an immediate need, I looked around and did the best I could with what I could get my hands on at the time.
I added Penzey’s Southwest seasoning to that lackluster stew-like filling. I put it in a taco shell. I topped it with cheese and nuked it until it was all melty. I had some cabbage, which is kind of like lettuce. I had plain yogurt, which is kind of like sour cream.
In the end, it tasted pretty good. Nothing you’d take home to meet your parents, but fit the bill.
Clearly, I thought about an ex-boyfriend while I made lunch today. So much potential. I got him to go to college. I bought him a suit and tie. I taught him how to play chess and balance a checking account. But, in the end, he was, although good hearted and doting, still a country bumpkin whose idea of breakfast was two king sized Reeses, a Mountain Dew Big Gulp, and a couple of Marlboro lights.
Today I know better than to date a man for his potential. Because, my friends, men never change. But in a pinch, they’ll do.