Hunting has customarily been thought of as a masculine pursuit and what a sad mistake this smug thought has been. The world around us is loaded with females who are full-time hunters, twenty-four hours a day. Their quarry: Men. Their methods: extremely polished. Their motives: many.
A woman may decide to go on a manhunt for any of several reasons. For one, the guy may be loaded with money, and this alone is enough to set some women all a-quiver. For another, he may have been so preoccupied with some other delightful creature that he has failed to notice her own meaningful, yearning glances and suggestive tones. She becomes hell-bent on making a conquest, to prove herself. But most of all, a woman starts stalking when she has spotted big game that she wants to turn into a permanent trophy over her fireplace c-c in short, (sob) a husband.
With her woman’s instinct and a little careful observation of her sisters at work, she has quickly realized that her best ammunition is liquor. And the object of the game is not to load her weapon (herself), but to load her victim. Once she has him stunned, she can move in quickly for the kill.
Thus it is that many a man who succumbed to the blandishments of a ravishing creature plying him with drinks, has found himself awakening the next morning in a strange hotel room lying next to a spectacular nude woman, all of which is just ducky until he reads the marriage license lying on the bedside table. His name is on it, written in a pitiful, drunken scrawl. It is a shattering experience, from which he may not be able to recover for the rest of his days. The smug-looking female will see that he stays firmly glued to her mantelpiece.
So listen to me, brothers. When next a beautiful woman coaxes you to her lair, and extends a superbly chilled cocktail in her soft, white hand, THINK! -Or be prepared to thwim in the sea of matrimony .