Yeah, a touch of music to go with the notions.

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What women fear, and have to fear.

Letting the right one loose, or not.

Falling for the oh so wrong one.

Hmm?  Oh, right, and couple that with the notorious ability of women, on their own, to pick the absolute worst of choices so far beyond chance that they almost have to be considered suicidal.  Oh, yes.  The taste of a sewer dweller in men, regardless of any other virtues or faults.

Even men can't be sure about ourselves.  We often hate our own... instincts, natures.  But they are what they are... sometimes all of what we are.

When it all works out just right?  Everybody gets... just exactly what we deserve.  Yum!

Later.