Men: A Problem For Women

I am a smart woman. Just ask me. I'll expound for hours about how smart I am.
Sadly, there is one area in my life in which I am amazingly dumb.
That would be the 'man' area.
Boyoboy can I NOT pick 'em.
I have classic "Women Who Love Too Much" Syndrome. I pick an asshole to partner with, then spend a few frustrating years trying to change him. Of course it dosn't work and misery ensues for all.
After I figured out my problem, I was suprised to realize how many other intelligent women I know and love are just like me.

• Giani, My brilliant literary arts major and Scrabble partner in college.
• Kacey, The only person from high school I keep contact with.
• Renee, An incredibly brilliant and financially responsible ex co-worker.
• Gigi, My brilliant and current best friend.
• Esther, My friend, neighbor and sister in suffering.
• All of my biological sisters.
• Me
  

Thinking about all my fellow "Women who Love Assholes Too Much," there is one overwhelming good that has come out of so much sadness: Our support and love for each other.
The support I get from the other women in my life will always surpass any trifling affections a man throws my way.

Read "Women Who Love Too Much" and "Things Fall Apart."
The first book will help you understand why you love jerks, and the second will illustrate a time-tested method for keeping women happy.
They don't expect too much out of a man.