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 I want a husband so that I don’t have to worry about buying an apartment.
Because it’s the guy’s responsibility to provide a shelter. People say it’s “career
first, marriage second” for men. Guys are expected to get everything ready before they
can pop the question. It’s always men who get most agitated and agonized at the
“booming” real estate market. They analyze the data and exchange notes with
buddies, trying to get a clue as to whether the market will slow down its step. If the cost
of buying an apartment just keeps going up and up, they get grey hair. Girls talk about
this too, but it has never been a fundamental concern for us. So why should I bother?
  
  With this big problem left to the husband, I can enjoy my life. I want to “shop till
I drop” --- with my husband’s money. If he fails to earn big bucks, I will feel I have
been shortchanged by life and regret my choice. How come I chose to be with him when
I had a whole bunch of candidates around?   

  I sacrifice the wood for him, the tree. So he should know better about that. Even if
I whine, my husband should be a good listener. Women have the right to complain, and
men don’t. His job is to prevent the excuses of women’s complaint.
  
  I want a husband, a presentable one, so that when I go out on social occasions, I
won’t feel dwarfed by other women. My husband is either a rich businessman or a
powerful official. Anyway to a certain degree, these two are the same. Money buys
power and power brings money. Or if he happens to be neither of these two types, he
should at least be rich in mind, with a degree that will intimidate other women’s
husbands of course.
  
  I want a husband who will take care of the housework. According to the new
standards, a good husband is one who is not only a breadwinner, but also a good
housekeeper. He should make sure that when I get up, breakfast is ready. When the
meals are finished, the dishes are done. If we have kids, he will be the one who read
bedside stories.
  
  If I say something wrong, he is supposed to say “ It’s not that you are wrong,
but that I heard it wrong” to make me feel better.

  If I want to watch TV, he is supposed to give up his football game and give me the
remote control.

  If I don’t get along with others, he is supposed to be on my side unconditionally
and join me in arguing against others who “bully” me.

  If I am out with my girl friends, he is supposed to keep track of me and pick me up
when I feel like going back.
  
  I want a husband who remembers every important date in our life. The
anniversaries for our first date and our wedding, Women’s Day, Teacher’s Day,
Christmas, New Year’s Day, Valentine’s Day should be at his fingertips. He will
always get presents ready. He should also know how to renew romantic touch in
marriage, so he cannot repeat doing the same thing and send me the same gifts year after
year. I need him to “learn new tricks”, no matter how old he is.
  
  Hallelujah, let me still be a girl in my after life, if I have one. To be a man is not an
easy job, to be a husband is worse.



copied from http://cnzc.cnblogs.com/archive/2004/05/08/8575.html
posted on 2006-03-27 13:03 小迪 阅读(...) 评论(...) 编辑 收藏