Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at
the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones
because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they sometimes take apples from the ground that are not as
good, but easy.
The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in
reality they are amazing.
They just have to wait for the right person to come along, the one who
is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now Men.... Men are like fine wine.
They begin as grapes, and it is up to women to stomp the shit out of
them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
(The above opinion doesn't necessarily represent the position of
Coloribus gustibus non disputatum (mostly)