If a mad scientist in a white coat came up to you and said he could make you a better woman with a few bits and pieces from the graveyard and the scrapyard, you'd be well within your rights to be a little concerned.
Of course, white coats are so last season, and we men love you just as you are, but if we could redesign you from scratch we can think of a few things that would make you even more amazing. In all fairness, you'd probably like to do the same to us, but for now, it's our turn. Here are the modifications we'd choose to make if we had a say in creating Woman 2.0:
Behavior
The Current Model
Unless you've spent long, long periods studying her, she can be scarily unpredictable. Even if we had a time machine with which we could monitor her behavior, she'd still be unpredictable.
Sure, she goes to work and gym at the same time every day, SMSes her girlfriends like clockwork and calls her mother regularly, yet she surprises us with: Sally's birthday party ('Of course I told you we were going'); dinner at her parents' house ('You told my mother you couldn't wait to see her again'), spontaneous tearfulness ('I'm fine, leave me alone') and, well, you know the rest.
The New Model
She'll schedule everything, copy it to our PDA, and be perfectly flexible about moving things around if we need them to be moved. And everything includes everything -
18.15-18.35: complain about what a bitch that Angela from accounts is;
19.00-19.15: tell the story about yelling at that tramp at the gym who doesn't wipe the equipment when she's done;
20.00-20.10: express gratitude for being with such a fantastic listener;
20.10-00.00: demonstrate that gratitude with an intriguing new position. (Okay, that last one can be a surprise.)
Expectations
The Current Model
Despite how effortless we may make it look, it's not that easy being a man. Women's expectations of us range from easy ('Come here and make sweet love to me'); to sigh-inducing ('You promised to take my car to the car wash'); mildly difficult ('Let's go for a run'); tough ('Must you go out with those loser friends of yours?'); and really tough ('Why can't you be more like [idiot ex-boyfriend's name here]?'.
The New Model
As we have not yet mastered The Force (that's the one where we wave our hand in our girlfriend's direction and murmur something about wanting her to get us another beer), the next best thing is for her to be highly susceptible to hypnosis.
We'll teach ourselves this ancient mystical art (there must be a DIY website, right?) and, with a click of our fingers and a few choice keywords, her expectations will be met.
Her: 'Must you go out with those loser friends of yours tonight?'
Him: 'You adore my friends. To you, they're like the cutest puppies in the world. You love puppies. When I snap my fingers, you'll be filled with happiness when I tell you I'm going out with my friends.'
Her (sighing): 'I love puppies.'
Talking
The Current Model
She has so much to say, to so many people, so much of the time. She knows many, many words, and she's not afraid to use her gigantic vocabulary. And when she's not talking, she's SMSing. Sometimes she's talking and SMSing.
Like Dr Frasier Crane, we're listening. Or, we're supposed to be. You know how you sometimes tell your man, 'You're not listening to me'? He'll disagree but you know you're right. He's not.
Often we'll be contemplating really important things, such as the future of the global economy, the state of the nation, divisions in the ruling party, the elections, KFC or Nando's, Lager or Lite, blondes or brunettes or redheads ... suffice it to say, it's a long and important list of manly concerns.
The New Model
She will be as chatty as the current model but she'll have a highly evolved, telepathic awareness of when we're mulling over the big issues. She'll play a key role in addressing our dilemmas ('Blondes, brunettes or redheads - why not all three? I'll make some calls') and quietly use her telepathic powers to time our chats when we're not occupied with the big questions.
Dating
The Current Model
She's bored silly with dull pick-up lines and flirting that involves our witty friends expressing their support and encouragement from the next table. She knows her vichyssoise from foie gras and her Pinot Noir from Pino Gris. (Foie gras is bad, apparently, but we try not to eat too many things we can't pronounce.)
She expects us to know that Spur is not her idea of a fun night out and neither is Dros, regardless of what they claim in their ads. She spends more time than her best friend thinks we're worth preparing for a night out with us. It's nothing short of miraculous that humanity didn’t fade away eons ago, leaving talking dogs to run the planet.
The New Model
She's like Mother Teresa (but alive, hot and sexually active) - she doesn't discriminate.
She's watched enough bad movies to get those obscure but witty references with which we pepper our conversation; she's mad about sports but will unhesitatingly defer to our learned, beer-fuelled opinion; her palate is refined but not so much that she doesn't frequently crave something meaty cooked over open flames.
Fashion
The Current Model
The rent or the Blahniks? To a well-dressed woman, only a feeble-minded man would even consider that anything more than a rhetorical question.
To most men, more than three pairs of shoes is unnecessary (work, weekend and gym; sometimes the latter two are the same); the last suit we bought was for Michael's wedding and we've worn it to work for the past two years, and the Levi's we bought with our first pay cheque are still in pretty good shape, thanks for asking.
Even if the local Mall is her Manhattan, she firmly believes it's her right, no, duty, to re-create herself in the image of Carrie Bradshaw, a fictional, middle-aged woman who dresses like a, uh, character from a TV show. (Jack Bauer, Braveheart and those guys from 300 didn't worry about labels. Neither do we. Grrrr.)
The New Model
She still looks as pretty as a picture but has the good sense to pay the rent first and lust after Manolos later. (Seriously, babe, this is why we have to spend so much time contemplating that global economic crisis.)
Self-Image
The Current Model
Despite her fun, fearless ways, she occasionally manages to surprise us with her insecure and vulnerable side: 'Does my bum look big in this?' 'It's fant-ass-tic ... come to daddy.' At that point, insecurity is replaced by seething, uncontrollable rage, despite her prior insistence on our complete honesty, regardless of the circumstances.
Similarly, well-meaning and innocent compliments often go awry ('That shirt makes your boobs look huge. Are you wearing a Wonderbra? Come to daddy') without us even being aware of the potential for that rather un-sassy, seething, uncontrollable rage.
The New Model
She will utilize her telepathic powers to know that we're rather fond of her bum/breasts/legs/arms/hair/bits and pieces, even if she's convinced they're too big/small/short/thin/fat/hairy/ hairless/dark/light/even/uneven.
Sex
The Current Model
Sassy, sexy and sometimes a little too cocksure, she knows what she likes and how she likes it - and she likes it with real orgasms. Which, hell, is rather a lot of pressure for us.
We're all for showing a girl a good time. We read those get-fit/quit-smoking/be-the-world's-greatest-lover articles in those men's magazines with the pictures of Lee-Anne Liebenberg so we're pretty good at trying new tricks and not tweaking, tugging, grabbing or groping when we should be stroking, fondling, teasing and tickling.
We're not gynaecologists, however. We've mastered the G-spot but you're on your own (or with your bi-curious friend from varsity) for the rest of those alphabetized spots we're convinced the girls are making up to puzzle us.
The New Model
She's every bit the confident hottie but, to her, our extensive bathroom reading has made us the greatest lover in the world, her bi-curious varsity friend often joins in without any of that post-threesome awkwardness and orgasms always come after just a few satisfying minutes of penetration.
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