Men. Our partners, our friends, our role models. They love us, support us, make us what we are. They inspire us, motivate us, pamper us the way we deserve. They spoil us, surprise us, arouse us like no other. Yet…what about the times when they leave the jars open and slab dirty right after experimenting in the kitchen, just when you had spent an hour cleaning it in the morning? What about the times when you find the dirty laundry right next to the laundry bag and not inside it? Why can't men ever seem to find anything on their own? Or anything, unless it were kept in an untidy heap or in a random stack? What about the times when he would just sit there, procrastinating! Hahhahaahha.. there are times when admit it, the most loving man in your life gets onto your nerves and it goes the other way too. Sometimes, you too will drive him crazy! And that’s how weird this relationship between Mars and Venus is. This mutual weirdness is what you call as love ...
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