Without trying to sound totally full of myself, I wonder sometimes why I am single. I'm not freakishly ugly, just plain; I'm not dumb, some might say I'm clever actually; I have a job, I'm clean; I don't sport a uni brow.... so why??
The theory I currently subscribe to.... on the apple tree that is women-kind, I am perched comfortably somewhere near the top. I haven't fallen from the tree and spoilt and I'm not positioned in a low-lying place where I can be easily reached, or bumped off by the head of a passerby. If, in this wooded world of apple trees, a man sees me and likes the look of my apple glory - he has to try really hard to get me. He might need to source a ladder, or climb the treacherous branches of the tree to reach me.
Too many men of this world are content to try their luck with the apples at the bottom, or worse those that are already on the ground. They are easy to get and there's plenty to choose from - an apple's just an apple to him. No people, an apple is not just an apple. Those ones on the ground, if they aren't rotten or worm eaten - they'll leave a bad taste in your mouth. And sadly, these 'bad' apples give the rest of us a bad name.
I'm a metaphorical apple and I might not be easily won, but I am worth it.
Why can't anyone see it?
SB
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