it was one of those days when I really hoped I could be a Homo Abilis, in other words, not being capable of multitasking and having to perform now, right now, no … yesterday. Please, pretty please, can I be a little less than an average human being, to whom you only ask basic questions and don’t expect an answer? Less, a solution.
But then the day evolved into a very hectic evening that concluded with a marvelous conversation on how sexy I could be as a Homo Abilis to the eyes of a caveman. How did I end up being sensual and sexy when I really wanted to be an unappealing average woman with a chicken brain?
And then I learnt the importance of the Waist and Hip Ratio proportion. Ideal 0.68 and not-so-ideal 1.2 and, more, how the WHR is responsible for maintaining childbirth at high levels. The lower is a woman’s WHR the more chances she has of getting married and have babies. Little lower than average WHR and she’s in the arena of being laid with no marriage in her future.
Hold on: I wanted to have under developed discerning capabilities, and how did I find myself discussing about human breeding?
“Honey, you may not like math, but your head spins faster than a windmill”.
Next time? It’s all about how symmetrical is a woman’s face.
Wrinkles anyone?
