the ones bursting with irrational warm-hearted emotions. the ones who are insecure and self-conscious and pleasing to be around. they are so exciting and so tremendously soft and vulnerable and easy to impress. this makes men feel good.

men enjoy soaking in these women's adoration and naivete. they revel in their carefree demeanor. it's like entering a world where the heavy burdens of responsibility and logic have been left behind. it's almost like they are children! men remark in appreciation and wonder. look at how cutely she cries when she is sad and insecure! look at how she dances and twirls for me, even though we just met, like a little doll!

"i love her" the man decides, even though he barely knows at all what he beholds. so he marries her.

soon the man realizes what he has done. she cries and he can no longer comfort her. then she cries because he cannot comfort her. and soon she cries because of him. she was flirtatious and pleasing to him before, now she is flirtatious and pleasing to everyone else. it was so wonderful, indeed heavenly when this child-like thing, devoid of dreary thought and reason and obligation, was attached to him. but now she uses every one of her instinctual charms to repel him and emotionally bludgeons him on course to getting attached to somebody else.

"what a birdbrain child!" he decries bitterly. "i hate women!" he posts online for the next 20 years straight.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4393536&forum_id=2#39204110)