Mars, it's Venus calling...

Sometimes it's better to act as if you're not listening than to join the discussion and immediately say the wrong thing...

Women are from Venus, which is nice because they have a lot of razors there and no men. So why bother shaving if there's no one around to use your freshly shaven, smooth and incredibly sexy legs on? While men are from Mars, which clarifies the expanding bellies and disappearing abs, though a Mars contains fewer calories than a Bounty or a Twix. Can anyone explain me the logics?

In all fairness: it is true. Sometimes it seems like both genders are from a completely different planet. The perception of certain things are totally off, the opinion about life changing events can't be further apart and don't get me started on the on-going discussion on whether dresses are sexier than skinny jeans. (I'm voting for the latter - How 'bout you?) We all know the saying: you can't live with them, but you can't live without them either. It completes life. Makes it a bit more exciting, challenging, hotter (wink wink) and to be honest: saver too. Nothing feels as good as knowing you've got someone who understands you and will be there to protect you if needed. Someone to cuddle up to, who puts an arm around you, keeps you warm and makes you feel like you're his little princess. Excuse me, just got a bit carried away there. Damn that vivid imagination...

Don't get me wrong: I'm one tough cookie, but every now and then I can pretend to be a girly girl just to boost his ego. He's a man after all; they need that boost from time to time. Where I gathered this incredible wisdom you are asking? It's in the 'How to maintain your man' manual, you can order it on at bol.com but delivery may take some time as it needs to be shipped from the fourth planet from the sun...