This isn't anything to do with sexual orientation, physical attraction or any of that peripheral stuff.
The way I see it, if I lived with and shared my life with a woman, she wouldn't:
- take over three quarters of the wardrobe space with her clothes
- have ten times as many toiletries clutterng up the bathrooms as
- keep buying clutter and useless junk
- interpret "I might need you later on to assist with tightening the screws" as "Stand here lamely holding one bit of the thing I'm assembling and pull macho faces while questioning my ability to slot a few Meccano-style tubes and actively hinder my assembly of same"
- interpret "if you see anything of yours in the wrong place, I wonder if you could put it in the right place, please" as "Pick up copies of BBC Music, Gramophone and Public Finance and despatch them to recycling"
Mind you, she probably wouldn't go off in a sulk to the pub either. So, maybe living with a man has its advantages...
