Apples and Wine
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?
May 31st, 2007 at 10:00 pm
Totally agree. There’s never a shortage of things in high demand… and since most men are looking for mediocre females, thats normally what they get! Why? I think it’s because since men are the grapes that they are, waiting to be molded, scolded and stomped out into fine wine, they are intimidated by the rare batch of good apples! With every bit of sincerity, and being as humble as I can be, I do admit that I’ve always been considered one of the rare apples… And I always end up thinking I can save a damn prune! lol But then when the prune switches on me, I’ve always been left to question myself until I see that a prune will pretty much always be a prune! But if he’s a grape then there’s hope…lol
July 8th, 2007 at 8:10 pm
hey I don’t see a problem reaching for an apple but sometimes these apples be actin like because they at the top of the tree that a brotha can’t get at them. Like we are beneath and they on top. Personally I feel if you got your head in the clouds like that then go on with ya self. kick rocks. I’m gonna holla at a apple thats a lil lower that want a fine wine n devine brotha such as myself to prop her up on a pedestal where she belong.
Esp if she got the sense to see whats right “under her nose”.
Peace.