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. 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 sh*t out of them until they turn into something
acceptable to have dinner with.
[just had to do it; thanks for understanding ~smock]
