I’m not sure as to whether or not this is a genetic trait that all women possess, or merely something that occurs in the single women that I tend to meet, but I have noticed that they all seem to want to mother me. Originally I had thought that because of my extreme adventure lifestyle, and the fact that I usually came home broken or battered in some fashion that it was just a nice gesture of concern. Nope, its more than that. It seems that even if I just get a splinter or a scratch, the woman I am with will roll out the bandages, put me in my recliner, hand me the remote control and repeatedly kiss my boo boo.
This mothering instinct is a fine thing, but it can sometimes get overdone. If I mention I am inured, even a woman who has never met me face to face feels the need to nurse me back to health, by sending me home remedies or calling a local deli and having chicken soup sent to my residence. I should take the time to mention that I live within a guard gated estate, so my security is assured. I am not the handsomest man in the world, so I am not concerned that they do this out of pure lust, nor am I the ugliest, as I have not recently been seen ringing bell in a church shouting “sanctuary” at the top of my lungs. It just seems that it is genetically coded for the female of the species to do this. I have learned, however that I can work this human condition to my advantage. My Sugar baby is coming over to night and, I’m trying my best to get a groin injury before she arrives.