Even though I'm just 24, I have come to learn a lot from my astounding powers of observation. In particular, I have observed and scrutinized the male specimen countless times, trying hard to comprehend its complex structure and inner workings. However, no amount of watching Dr. Phil or reading Men's Health will truly let me tap into the inner mind of a man. They are just another breed altogether. If you think women are complicated, you have no idea how bedfuddling men can be. This week alone, here's what I've added to my notes on men:

- Men will never ever admit that they are lost. You might be miles away from any civilization, but a man will not stop and ask for directions. Men will just end up driving straight down the road under the impression that eventually the road will magically lead them to where they're supposed to go.
- Men don't bother with instruction manuals. Those things were made for women and gay men. A real man can just take something out of the box and make it work. Be it a PC, home theatre speaker system, or a new wardrobe from IKEA - men just seem to know where everything slots into place. Sadly on most occasions, their DIY karma goes down the toilet, so they will sit for hours in the middle of a room, staring at the accursed object, trying hard not to looking like a fool for throwing away the instructions. Hours will be spent staring at the damn thing, as if they are willing it to fix itself up.
- Men like things loud and big. It is no use explaining to a man that you are quite happy buying a small car to carry your groceries around - they won't hear any of it. So you soon find yourself driving a Hummer around the streets of Dubai looking like you're doing catering for the Mafia.
- Men don't understand that if you're going out, you will need time to prepare. I am lucky enough to know people who give me plenty of advance notice when we're stepping out, so I have enough time to prep, nip, tuck, suck, and adjust. Most men will open their closet, grab the first thing they can get their hands on, and wear it. Ignore the fact that Hawaii shirts and brown bell-bottoms went out in the '70s - wearing that to your uncle's funeral is fine because hey - he's a man.


On a more personal note, this has been a very good week as I have been lucky enough to meet two very great guys who found me via my blog and had come down to Dubai for a visit. Thanks you guys - I had a great time and hope to see you again real soon! And yes, I will make New York my next stopover. :o)

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