Three's Her Charm!
Why is it that you have to offer things three times to women before they will graciously accept something? We're offering it, you want some, so take it. PLEASE!
Is there some all-encompassing gender rule that dictates that a properly refined woman of any quality or culture cannot accept anything offered to her unless it has been offered three times? “Hey sweetheart, would you like a sticky bun? No? Are you sure you wouldn’t like a sticky bun? Really, it’s okay to have one if you like…” and then BAM! She’s on that glazed motherfucker like Oprah on a baked ham!
I'm not some drawbridge troll darling, and I have no desire to riddle you pointlessly with three questions. So quit making with this billy-goat gruff bullshit and take whatever it is I'm offering you if you really do want it the first time.
Is this some bizarre social etiquette that I've been oblivious to during my whole meager 32 years of existance on this planet? I wonder what would happen if they were ever to over-zealously accept even a single cupcake on the very first inquiry? Their ovaries would probably spontaneously combust or something.
We men have no such qualms about such foolish etiquette; we take whatever is offered to us the first time it’s presented since we can’t count on any guarantee’s that there will be any left by the second offering. “Fuck it, I don’t care what it is…I want some!” Somebody could be offering us grilled beaver shit on a stick and we’d still take one just because it was offered…any hey, you never know!
Is there some all-encompassing gender rule that dictates that a properly refined woman of any quality or culture cannot accept anything offered to her unless it has been offered three times? “Hey sweetheart, would you like a sticky bun? No? Are you sure you wouldn’t like a sticky bun? Really, it’s okay to have one if you like…” and then BAM! She’s on that glazed motherfucker like Oprah on a baked ham!
I'm not some drawbridge troll darling, and I have no desire to riddle you pointlessly with three questions. So quit making with this billy-goat gruff bullshit and take whatever it is I'm offering you if you really do want it the first time.
Is this some bizarre social etiquette that I've been oblivious to during my whole meager 32 years of existance on this planet? I wonder what would happen if they were ever to over-zealously accept even a single cupcake on the very first inquiry? Their ovaries would probably spontaneously combust or something.
We men have no such qualms about such foolish etiquette; we take whatever is offered to us the first time it’s presented since we can’t count on any guarantee’s that there will be any left by the second offering. “Fuck it, I don’t care what it is…I want some!” Somebody could be offering us grilled beaver shit on a stick and we’d still take one just because it was offered…any hey, you never know!
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