Like an animal.

Ever since I was able to distinguish gender, long even before puberty, there has been one curiosity which has haunted me…one that I can not, even to this day, completely grasp;

 Why are women attracted to men?

Now I can spell out, in detail, exactly why men are attracted to women, in my own words; a feat which has already been attempted over and over throughout the ages, as one of the many vehicles of courtship. But even with my superior abilities of perception and communication, it remains one field in which I can not completely invert my own natural attraction, rise above myself, and adequately empathize with the female of the species. Women are far less precise when it comes to opinions, and it is this seemingly scatter-brained angle that I struggle to get a firm handle on.

Now, attempts to satisfy this curiosity by simply asking women have proved utterly futile. Not only do they seem, in their wide angled perspectives, completely unable to understand their motovations; but they are furthermore unable to assemble the right words with which to express them beyond "like…I don’t know. I just know it when I see it." Getting a perspective from them on the matter is made even more difficult by the simple fact that they have nothing to gain, and everything to lose, by communicating this subject. Christopher Hitchens wrote an article for Vanity Fair some time ago entitled "Why Women Aren’t Funny," or something to the effect, which stated (accurately in my opinion) that there are no female comics, beyond the occassional bull-dyke, because being funny (not to be confused with having a sense of humor) is only important for men, as the ability to make a woman laugh is another important vehicle of courtship. Women have therefore been conditioned throughout the ages not to bother with efforts to make others laugh, in the same way that they have been conditioned to have little need of expressing attraction in any cohesive manor.

So really, what does it matter? In truth, it doesn’t. I’ve collected enough data on the species to procure what I require, to the best of my ability, and to avoid traps and pit-falls. But in my unyielding quest for root level understanding, the curiosity remains. I can understand it perfectly from just a few steps above root level; how being claimed, carried off on a white horse, and unwrapped later in comfortable surroundings would be appealing for a woman, but why the rough palms and beer breath? Why the hairy sub-par groomed body? Why the insensitive angular physique? A man’s motives for claiming a woman are simple, and reflect his motives for everything else that he does; hunt and claim. But where, as "gatherers," does a woman’s motivation lie in being claimed? Where is the satisfaction in it, and where does it come from? Beyond the superego aspect of reassuring her ownership over him in holding his interest, what root level motive drives them? Perhaps I’ll never know.