Frailty thy name is woman

Hamlet says that for his mother!
How apt, how true to the quintessential existence of this other gender.
Or is it? Is a woman really that weak, frail? Isnt it us, men, who are terribly weak and at every behest of that one glimpse from the corner of her eye and that devilish smile, we would get mesmerized by the Satan!

Nicolas Cage in "The City of Angels" says - I would rather have had one smell of her hair, one touch of her skin, one kiss from her lips than an eternity without one.

Wow!... Thats supposed to be one of the most romantic dialogues ever; may I ask, isnt this sycophancy? Why does this war of the testosterones, overpower all our senses and the ability to think? Does being in love, really mean being blinded, some of the questions I never have found answers to?
And if the weaker sex can rather keep their progesterone levels in control and be level headed, then why the hell do us men lose all our senses?
What pursuit is it? What is it that we're lookin really for? Where does this search end really?
Does it end in the eyes of your beloved, in the words of a romantic?
Does it end in between the legs of The One, in the words of a cynic?
Does it never end even after you carry this to your grave, in the words of a philosopher?

Whats more perplexing is, the price that we are ready to pay and indeed end up paying everytime. Its mentally agonizing, its like ridin a bike while sittin on a seat of thorns and havin em shoved up your ass!

And isnt the weaker sex, much more strong in its feelings, it knows when n where to draw the line and cut off from all bonds!
What a waste, u feel like havin been jerked off right at ur face!