Text | Mamaw Man is a film director who once stumbled across a woman who paints for a living. The two drank coffee in a coffee shop and went to a woman's studio to chat, and the distance between the two gradually increased. After a sushi dinner, the woman invites the man to join her friend's party. At the party, the woman talked about the man's unique evaluation of her paintings. Encouraged by the curiosity of the crowd, the man repeated it. One of them pointed out that he had said the same thing on many occasions. The woman got more information that the man was married. Feeling disillusioned, she left early. Throughout the conversation, we could clearly see the changes in the expressions on the woman's face, from being excited to being awkwardly maintaining, to being uninterested, and finally leaving in frustration. It has to be said that the act of a woman inviting a man to a party has a strong subjective initiative, and she has no interpersonal contacts that can be called a friend. At the party, she seemed to casually mention that the man's evaluation of her was also full of ambition. She thought that the man understood her heart and had the intention to promote this understanding. To put it bluntly, a woman unilaterally draws a line between several people and circles a so-called "we". Men are another matter entirely. He can praise the beauty of different women in one day, and he has a set of universal words for people and things. If you don't ask, don't say it, if you don't say it, you can't say it's cheating. This is the way all men are careful. To put it bluntly, men are result-oriented animals, and the process is just a skill, no matter how many times it is used, as long as it is easy to use. No matter how trivial something is, I hope the other party only shares it with me. It's only what I have experienced with you, and you have only told me such things. My house only allows you to come. If you bring other women, then don't come. We, this is the possession of women. Compared with a woman across the table, a man is more willing to talk about how many tables he has wandered over. This is a man's possession. To put it bluntly, the possession of men and the possession of women are not the same thing at all.
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