As far as men are concerned women are sex objects. It's what we're here to do. Likewise in reverse, although with a lot fewer indignant bores going on TV.
Kudos just going with instinct, there...
Many of us do have those big old brains, though, with that whole frontal lobe thing going on, so occasionally - just occasionally - on the 3rd Sunday of a month, we can behave with just a smidgen of intelligence, and in those rare moments, manage to be that bit more than pure instinct.
For me (and I imagine most although most on here wouldn't admit it) the would I/wouldn't I question comes before any other consideration. And that has nothing whatsoever to do with intelligence or lack of.
I can find out if she likes animals or hates the rain sometime later. Because if she's a munter I couldn't care less.
I don't doubt that, but you miss my point.
The point I was making - although always with the too subtle thing, it's my curse... - is that I doubt your entire interaction with women, is simply based on a go / no-go decision. Surely there are at least some scenarios, where you have no choice but to interact with women that you wouldn't ideally like to do? Not that I want to put words in your mouth, but surely you must have some female relatives, where, um, being biblical isn't an option, to say nothing of any other platonic, perhaps tedious, dealings you must have with other women that you don't wanna meet the beast with two backs with?
Although, I am having this flashback imagery, picturing you as Gareth Cheeseman, foot up on a hotel bed, chatting loudly to somebody on a mobile phone, swearing, talking about your Ford Probe that you can just glimpse through the window, and suggesting going out, getting bevvied and playing pool, and when the conversation draws to a close, we find you're talking to your mum...
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