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hi yest i read this mail sent by one of my friend

it is as below do read it till end



A wish
A man walking along a California beach was deep in prayer when all
of a sudden he said aloud, "Lord grant me one wish". The sky
clouded and a booming voice said, "Because you have tried to be
faithful I will grant you one wish." The man said, "Build a bridge
to Hawaii so I can drive over anytime I want to."

The Lord answered, "Your request is very materialistic. Think of
the logistics of that kind of undertaking. The supports required to
reach the bottom of the Pacific! The concrete and steel it would
take. I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for
worldly things. Take a little more time to think of another wish, a
wish you think would honor and glorify me".

The man thought for a long time and finally said, "Lord, I wish
that I could understand women. I want to know what they feel
inside, what they are thinking when they give me the silent
treatment, why they cry, what they mean when they say 'nothing',
and how I can make a woman truly happy?"

After a few minutes God said, "How many lanes do you want on that
bridge??"

now my que is if women r really so hard to understand

are they really so confusing?

or is it tht men jus not care

they jus rnt bothered abt us . they know we women r jus there for them !!!

Comments

Unknown said…
Girls make things more confusing for men, no matter how hard they try! Gotta admit that women are more intelligent than men, they are too good at fooling!
They say that we don't care about them and when we do they say that we want something out of them! Weird or not?
10:31 AM
Anonymous said…
yes girls r very confusing.they xpect u 2 understand their thoughts and act accordingly,. u never no wot will make them angry.
they will never spell things out 4 u but want u 2 guess them.this sucks bcos a simple fellow like me
7:16 AM
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