Someone sent this to me and I thought it was interetesing and had some implications:
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.
Most men don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren’t as good, but easy.
The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they’re amazing (and delicious). They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now men…men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it’s up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
A few questions…
1. Are women already predefined as either good or bad, some the cream of the crop and other’s well…at the bottom of the barrel?
2. If men all need to be stomped out to be turned into wine, then what kind of man will already have the courage to grab that top apple?
I thought this was chock full of wisdom till I read the stompin out of the fellas’ at the end. I know a few fems that need a lil coaxing to be all they can be.
There is a no shortage of apples on the ground, ya dig?
Thoughts?