Women have three distinct stages in their lives, here, I'll show you...

Obviously the pinnacle of their lives. They are basically showroom models, taken out for many, many, many test drives. They are up for anything at any time, just need a little alcohol or drugs. They chatter a lot, but there is no need to pay attention, as they don't possess the brain neurons needed to carry on real conversations. Nod your head, grunt, even a fart is enough to make them think you're paying attention. You shop though this type of women until you find one who doesn't totally drive you crazy. A *warning* here, the best sex of your life is being left behind once you make this decision. At least until you start fooling around on her.

2. Brood Mare Cum Receptacles

The polycock days slam to a halt and she becomes a one man woman, whose main function is take your seed and fertilize her eggs, then carry it around for nine months, then pop the kid out, repeat. The wild sex, so common in stage one, totally evaporates and is replaced with sex while she does her nails, or talks on the phone. Blow jobs become as common as sasquatch sightings. The frequency of sex declines from the first day of brood mare status. Talking to the brood mare is tricky. There will be times that she demands that you pay attention to whatever bullshit is coming out of her mouth, and while you don't really have to pay attention, you do have to give her that impression. So work on your grunts and uh huhs, and the very important yes dear. Yes dear is like verbal heroin. Say it enough times and she'll be slumped over the toilet, puking her guts out. Enjoy your round of golf. Eventually, it will occur to you that she's done being a brood mare, so you put her out to pasture.

3. Out to pasture, cum receptacle no longer

No more kids, no more sex. May as well fence her in and let her graze till she drops. Lack of semen doses has a profound effect on her brain. She starts to believe that she has one. The next step is that she starts talking to you, as if she had something important to say. These delusions will last till she's dead, there is no cure. The solution here is to keep her busy doing shit that she wouldn't dare expect you to take part in. Bingo, flower shows, very long ocean cruises. The possibilities are endless, as being a woman makes so many stupid fucking things interesting to her. A good third of your golden years will be spent finding crap for her to do, just so you can spend the other two thirds doing what you want to do.

Now this is a general outline, there are rare exceptions, but they are statistical anomolies. 98.8% of women will follow the path laid out above.

I've spent decades studying these animals and am, in all modesty, a leading expert. If you have any questions, I'll answer them. But don't fucking whine.