Love's Labor's Lost
That's it i have proof!! All the time men hear how we are the stumbling block in the commandment to go forth and multiply and replenish the earth--OK, i really mean asking girls out on dates, but still, we get the wrath and accusations of being inactive, lazy, hanging out munching bumbs. So what do we do, we go forth and ask girls on dates, fall in love, and get married.
...Suuuuuuurrrrrrrrrreeee...
What really happens the men go out and try it, and we end up the pupet of a girl, a pone in here sadistic plot. We end up cross legged, stary eyed and on the floor. We get are intellects mocked, our hearts broken, and the butt of a joke, it's all our fault....
We've been told to get out and date, because it's such a wonderful experience!
And one wonders why there is a battle of the sexes.
And for all those who need proof here it is...Shakespeare catured it perfectly..this is why men's love's labors are lost, speak Rosaline:
That same Biron[add men in general here] I'll torture ere I go:
O that I knew he were but in by the week!
How I would make him fawn and beg and seek
And wait the season and observe the times
And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes
And shape his service wholly to my hests
And make him proud to make me proud that jests!
So perttaunt-like would I o'ersway his state
That he should be my fool and I his fate.
...Our fate, Her Fool...
