His niece always had a new girlfriend. She was a workaholic, made a very good living from her consulting firm, but her girlfriends were problematic. They were beautiful, but most had emotional problems.
He was cutting a prime rib that he had cooked and brought over to his brother’s house as his contribution to the birthday celebration. His niece came into the kitchen to get more wine.
“I want a beautiful girlfriend like your newest,” he told her.
“You can have her,” she said. “She’s upstairs pouting in the bathroom.”
She twisted a corkscrew down into top of the wine bottle.
“I know why men hate women,” she told him. “They are so needy. They always end up asking the same question: “why don’t you love me?”
“We don’t hate them, at least not in the beginning.” He laughed. “Not until they ask that question.”
“Why can’t women be more like a man?” She laughed and popped the cork out of the wine bottle. “More like me!”
