Sometimes the mind wanders. Probably where it shouldn't.
And that mind has decided with certainty that women as a human subspecies have no taste whatsoever.
It they did, the human race would have died out tens of thousands of years ago.
My thinking: The male portion of the human subspecies is, generally, pretty disgusting. Disgusting looking. Disgusting acting. Disgusting in every way possible. Pull my finger and laugh outrageously disgusting. Although I speak no language other than English, I'm betting that in languages with gender differentiation for words, disgusting is universally male.
And not just disgusting. As a group, we're just about universally ugly.
There may be a couple Brad Pitts and George Clooneys out there, but 99% of us are just ugly. No other way to state it.
Yet, somehow, for reasons I cannot fathom, women find men handsome, or cute or hot. Other than the few Brad Pitts and George Clooneys out there, I just don't see it. I have a mirror. I've been in a lot of locker rooms in my lifetime. Handsome, cute, good looking, hot generally ain't there.
Ugly. Disgustingly ugly.
Even the junk we're so proud of, we must admit, is pretty disgusting junk.
But women, for some reason, like some of us. They like us enough to marry us. Make love to us. Make babies with us. Make lives with us.
It makes no sense. Except that using a male yardstick, women have questionable taste at best.
But I'm sure glad they do.
Viva la difference!
(I told you this had nothing to do with anything pertinent. Other than the fact that I just celebrated our 18th anniversary with the most wonderful woman in the world. I still cannot believe I'm allowed in the presence of such a beautiful soul.).
And so it goes.