Apples and Wine

The Man-In-My-Head sent this to me in my email. Now he wants me to put it up on my blog. I told him that there is no need, since the contents of this piece is not really rocket science. But our man here is adamant and since I can't have a temperamental man shreiking inside my head I decided to follow his orders. "Sometimes", says The Man-In-My-Head, "you gotta hear it again and again so that you believe it again and again. "
So once again, hear and believe, all ye women folk out there! This one is for my tribe....

Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now Men.... Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.