What All Young Women Need to Know about Men

By M. F. Redde

What Young Women Need to Know About Men is meant to be a blueprint for young women to glance over, on occasion, when faced with the inevitable challenges of dealing with the opposite sex.

Throughout the ages, men have been metaphorically compared to the planet Mars, tagged the Greek god of war, and women to Venus, the Greek goddess of love and beauty.

In this book, the author deduces these comparisons while surfing her real-life experiences and personal observations. She eloquently uses her prose in an ingenious way to extrapolate the true nature of men. She offers her intended audience knowledge, from her vision, to aid them as they embark upon the battlefields of romance with the menagerie of Mar's inhabitants.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781662468827

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What All Young Women Need to Know about Men

Marie Redde

Copyright © 2022 M. F. Redde

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2022

ISBN 978-1-6624-6880-3 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-6624-6882-7 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Preamble

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

About the Author

Preamble

It was the wee hour of the morning, the proverbial 3:00 a.m. I'm not certain why everyone's internal clock is similarly wired to pry the eyes and the mind open during this time. But I was no exception. I woke up with a wandering mind. Initially thinking on nothing, in particular, just thoughts mainly on things of the past, not the distant past, but the hustle and bustle of the previous day's events and a few thoughts of the future. Oh yeah, the future of what I wanted. A husband who was successful and attractive. You know that attractiveness that never tires your eyes and your body. You take one look, and your nipples perk up, tingle, and harden. He would only have to make a small gesture of wanting to lead me to the most personal and cherished room in the home. The place where his mere touch would relinquish any stiffness of stress from my neck to my thighs. The love of my dreams. The future I wanted. The only one I wanted to lead me to the room where I would find solace in him, not music, not wine, not even religion. I wanted to wrap my arms around that future. My future with a loving, caring, and successful husband. Then, suddenly from nowhere at all, I had a mind-boggling epiphany that hit me quicker than thunder following lightning, or on a quieter note, maybe the epiphany was likened to what Christians are known to have when first encountering the essence of God and believing Jesus was the Messiah, or perhaps in similarity to the thoughts of a student who has never been very fond of math but finds himself sitting in a core curriculum advanced algebra class. He sits there day in and day out, listening to an explanation of how to solve an algebraic equation and never getting it until one day at some indescribable special moment the process of solving the problem becomes clear and concise. The mystery is resolved, and all the pieces of the puzzle seem to fit perfectly into place.

In the quiet moments of this frigid morning in Wisconsin, literally way below freezing. All I could hear was the tapping of squirrels' little feet scurrying across the asphalt roof. No doubt trying to find a crack in an eave to shelter themselves from the fury of winter. When the temperature outside is this cold, there isn't much fun unless you are cuddled up by a fireplace with your favorite book or cuddled up with your favorite boo. For those who are not into the newer terms for your affectionate other, you just got a lesson in the new slain for boyfriend, girlfriend, or whomever you may hold affectionately. Wisconsin winters and other cold climate places rarely reach temperatures in the single digits or below when it snows. Actually for some odd reason, it doesn't feel very cold at all when it's actually snowing. You may even be tempted to take off the coat to feel the full effects of beautiful fluffy snowflakes falling from the sky onto your lips and tongue. And there are the fun things to do when it warms up when the snow falls. Fun things like sledding or ice fishing, which both would have made fun flashbacks on this particular morning. Oh how I would have reverenced a flash back to a beautiful snowy activity, but this book would never have come to be. As it was, I became fixed on what is a more meaningful subject, which I never fathomed until awakening during a wee hour on a frigid morning that men instinctively hate women. Yes, you heard it right! Men instinctively hate women, and if it were not for something women have that they need or want, they would have little or nothing to do with us. My epiphany related to the true nature of men…and I only regret not having this epiphany much earlier in life, say some forty years earlier.

However, of course, clearly unlike Muslim fundamentalist and some Eastern cultures, men in Western society would never openly admit their disgust for women; after all, all of them have mothers, right? But do they all love their mothers?

After this rude awakening, I wondered, if this was something that just occupied my senseless thoughts, or if I were truly on to something that other women believed or thought they believed but were afraid to say. Therefore, I set out to look for other thoughts on the subject, and I stumbled across an article written by Vinita Dawra Nangia, Why Men Hate Women. In her writings, she stated,

Psychoanalysts opine that deep down men are