taking a girlfriend surfing ~ the manual
An introduction to the next post …..
There are many things that women do not understand, like drinking schooners, or sitting amongst a tableful of friends watching football for four hours, or wearing the same T shirt for five days (and nights), or eating at the same chinese restaurant and having the same meal five days a week for every week of the year. I’ve never seen a woman laugh when somebody farts, and I’ve never met a woman who has admitted to issuing such a warble. Further proof of their indefinable strangeness.
It may even be fair to say that women do not wish to understand these typical male idiosyncracies, after all they have the authorship of enough of their own. The subject of this essay though is to examine the consequences of taking the girlfriend surfing over a long weekend, up the coast, and when all the forecasts are feverishly optimistic.
In other words, we are embarking onto dangerous waters. There will be some painful misunderstandings.
– continued here