Do men ever fall in love?

Men are basically heartless beasts who are mostly cruel to women. They are insensitive and at best will only pretend to care for a woman. They are easy to read because their big mission in life is to get into a woman’s pants, everything else does not matter. And true to form, after they have gotten what they want, they are ready for the next woman.

This is a fairly accurate description of most men. However generalization has never been fair and you will always find exceptions to even the most accurate general rule.

Take the sad story of Donald and Beth. Beth was in love with Simon. A brute of a man who had even put permanent scars on her face. Now the problem is that Donald was hopelessly in love with Beth. So the fascinating love triangle was that Donald was head over heels in love with Beth who was in love with Simon who did not care less.

To make matters worse there were many times when Beth had taken refuge in Donald’s tiny bed-sitter in South B. She would arrive in a taxi usually at some crazy hour like 2 or 3 am and usually bleeding or with an eye that could not open. Donald would pay for the taxi, and even take her to a nearby hospital for stitches if the injuries were very serious (like had happened on at least 2 occasions). Beth would then rest on Donald’s bed and he would sleep in the couch.

In the morning Donald would call in sick at work and stay in to nurse Beth. He always told her that he was happiest at these moments when he was fussing over her. Beth enjoyed the attention, but she had no feelings whatsoever for Donald although he was her best friend. And in the end Beth would go back to Simon. Simon knew that Donald was Beth’s first cousin although the two had never met. Naturally he got all his information from Beth who knew that he would never believe that she always ran to a man’s house and although that man loved her to bits, he had never had sex with her.

One day something really weird happened.

Beth had as usual come running from her “war zone.” Luckily her wounds were not so serious and Donald had cleaned them up with some spirit and patched her up as best as he could. He had then happily headed for the couch as Beth settled in his already warm bed and fell asleep.

The next morning was a Saturday so mercifully Donald did not need to call in sick. He woke up earlier than Beth as usual and run to the kiosks and came back to prepare a breakfast for her that was fit for a queen.

But when he finally brought it to her, she looked more frightened that he had ever seen her before. When you love somebody you tend to know them fairly well and even sense things. So Beth did not need to say anything for Donald to know that there was something terribly wrong. And to make matters worse Beth did not want to talk about it and neither did she want to eat breakfast although she admitted she was hungry.

Finally she blurted out the words; “I have missed your…”

At first Donald did not know what she meant but then he lifted his sheets a little and the unmistakable odor hit him like a sledge hammer.

Beth now looked really terrified and stared at Donald with real fear in her eyes. Perhaps more fear than she usually had when she knew she was about to receive a thorough beating from Simon.

As Donald was making breakfast Beth had discovered to her horror that her periods had unexpectedly come and that Donald’s previously white sheets were not only blood-red but there was even the brownish stuff that comes out with it right at the centre of the place where the most blood was.

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