Novel & Cerita Act Like A Woman Think Like A Man Summary

My mouth just hung open as I heard his response. His words and his tone felt genuine. Like he really condemned those thoughts. "A woman is not an object. She is a living creature. And like every creature that breathes, she also wants to be independent and free. So she could breathe freely. So she could achieve something wonderful independently. Mocking at her achievements and calling them a result of bedding together, it is just inappropriate and unfair with women. I don't understand why men get these kinds of thoughts in their heads. No one actually deserves being treated so low." He added in a low tone. By then, my head moved towards his chest. He had both of his arms wrapped around me. I

He turned to push past—the searching look in his friend’s eyes pissed him off. Johnny propped himself against the door jamb with hands shoved into front pockets. “What? Say it,” Max said. “Not sure what you mean.” “Don’t screw with me. Just say it.” “It’s different when it’s a woman. I know we’ve had to deal with many female terrorists over the past couple of years. I know it sometimes can get to us. Just reminding you, that’s all. Women are soft. Feminine. Teary-eyed. But above all, they’re as smart as hell and can be just as manipulative as any man. You taught me that.” Johnny turned to leave before saying, “Hell. Sharon Nasari taught us that.”

‘After all, a man will surely be able to sense it when a woman has a thing for him. ‘And if a man were to be a master at distinguishing b*tches, he’d definitely have a more critical and lethal vision than a woman who’s a pro at distinguishing scumbags.

Thinking that he might make the same mistake like that man, Leon rationally analyzed the situation for Heather. “I will never understand men.” Heather smiled helplessly as she recalled the words she said to Matthias in a staunchly self-righteous manner. As it turned out, she was the wrong one. Is this the difference between men and women? She shook her head as she couldn’t find an answer to this question. Could I be wrong? Even now, she still couldn’t believe that she was wrong. “In that case, may I ask you a question?” Leon asked while mimicking Heather. “No.” Heather gave a sly smile. At this moment, Leon looked silly and yet cute.

So I bit my tongue, fighting to keep my emotions in check. “Women are strong,” I argued, my voice firm. “We don't let our emotions get the better of us. We can be just as rational and level-headed as men. And we can save money and invest just as well as any man.” He raised an eyebrow, a skeptical look on his face. “Prove it,” he challenged. I straightened my back, a determined look in my eyes.

Her gaze moved up to lock with mine again, and she said in a low tone, “Do you by any chance think I might not be able to do my work because I’m a woman taking the place of a man?” “No. We have genius women here who are better than men. This has fucking nothing to do with the fact that you’re a woman.” My voice deepened at the woman part, because damn, the way she was staring challengingly you at me was so fucking sexy and feminine that lust kept pooling in my veins.

he replied. I looked closely at his face. Max smiled widely and within seconds, he was laughing loudly. He was such a pain in the ass. I thought the answer he gave was a serious one. “Be a little serious,” I said as I stared at the busy highway. “Ok, I am sorry. The answer I gave was serious. As you know, God creates the minds of women and men differently. Women use more feelings while men use more logic. That’s why men are from mars and women are from venus. If I were you, I would ignore Megan. My focus is on doing a good job. If she’s going to mess with you, just ignore her. Or if she goes too far with you, you better report it to Mr. Adams. I’m sure he’s a wise man,” he replied.

I tell him, not wanting to participate in making a mess of a woman’s life. “Son, I don’t care how advanced some things get, women are meant for a few things and they need to complete those duties. Women, they have a soft heart and they are loving- you are like a woman too. But real men like Joshua and me, we need to be tamed down. We are alphas,” he says, and I just purse my lips, nodding my head. How can I make a reasonable argument with a person like this?

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

The question tumbles out before I can stop it, a desperate bid to steer us away from any lingering awkwardness. “Cowards. Plain and simple.” I choke on my latte, sputtering as he bursts out laughing. “Easy there,” I say, dabbing at the spill on the table with a napkin. “Sorry—but it’s the truth. Men are stronger, period. The second a guy lays a hand on a woman, he’s not just hurting her body—he’s tearing apart her mind and heart too. Any man who does that doesn’t have the balls to face his own demons. They’re spineless.”