I do not understand men.

Which is funny, since I rather like them.  One in particular. And I spend a lot of time with that one. And, more often than not, I quite enjoy all that time spent together.

And then?

And then I realize that I still don't understand them.

And apparently they don't quite get us either.

Which makes one wonder how the hell the race has survived this long if the two key components have such a difficult time communicating.

All I can figure is...it's a good thing we find one another so darn cute.

Cuteness makes up for a lot in this world.