  I'm no geneticist or psychologist or any other medically-inclined professional, but I doubt even they can understand, much less explain, the differences caused by having an X, rather than a Y chromosome in combination with another X.
What bizzare information is encoded in that extra arm? Sure, the physical aspects are obvious - no facial hair, generally smaller and, of course, an all-round more pleasing shape. But the mental (and by mental, I of course mean mental ) effects of this genetic difference seem to manifest themselves in all manner of peculiar fashions. Examples would illustrate this point nicely, and I have one to hand.... "Playing hard to get" Girls do it, boys don't.
There's a reason for this. Boys, being more analytical, decide that if they like someone, they don't want to put it off until later. Girls do. Why? Is it so they can verify that they are actually seriously persued rather than an evenings entertainment? I doubt it. I think it's something more sinister. They want to see us suffer. They want to see your face slide about an inch downwards when they say that they're busy that evening.
They won't say what they're busy doing, just so you can lay awake at night wondering who they're having a better time with. You know they're probably not; they'll be watching some girly pish on TV, but you're never sure. And the worst thing about this is.... they don't all play these mind games all the time. Just so you can spend hours torturing yourself by going through the list of options: Does she just want me to fuck off?
Is she actually busy writing a dissertation? Does she want me to keep persuing her? Does she just want to hang out occasionally, but nothing more? Is she just playing mind games with me? Maybe she does want something to happen, but not at this time for whatever reason? As the night wears on, you can come up with more and more options to prolong the exquisite agony of not knowing what's going on.
I'm sure any blokes reading this will know exactly what it's like, so I'll stop there. If any girls read it, take pity on us, we're... well, not stupid*, just more simple. *You might argue the point, but we can set the video, parallel park and understand the difference between engine oil and gearbox oil. And we don't pretend not to enjoy being juvenile in case someone sees us. Sounds like I'm becoming bitter. Maybe for today, I am. Dammit. I am feeling: Optimistic. This may prove to be a fools errand, but being pessimistic is just too damn miserable.
I am listening to: Massive Attack The surf here is: 0.9m@5s wind 10kts offshore 
