#635
Hey folks, I am here with a thought that’s been buzzing in my head for the past few years. Ever noticed how women seem to pull other women into their orbit for love, companionship, and that soulmate vibe, way more than men do with other men? I’m not talking gay or lesbian stuff—just pure bonding. Men, meanwhile, can’t even handle sharing thoughts with another guy without bolting. I reckon it’s nature’s wiring—women find love and passion everywhere, while men are stuck on sex, which obviously won’t fly with another straight dude. Let me throw in some real-life masala and bookish backup.
Take, Lalitha—she’s a champ at this. We’re walking, she spots a woman, and boom—20 minutes of non-stop chatter! No prep, just pure passion—hugs, pecks, “Oh, you look so nice!”— How is life? like they’ve been soul sisters forever. Me? I see a guy or a couple, it’s a quick head nod, and I’m off. No hello, no lingering—I’m gone as fast as I could! Try talking to me for five minutes, even on the phone, and I’ll give you a gold medal. I need an hour to prep for a 10-minute chat, man or woman. Yesterday, Lalitha's sister from Bombay was here, (2 Hrs) (unexpecedly) my talk with her just one sentence, All Good? Going Ok. I went my way for my siesta, and when I woke up she was gone. Deep stuff? No chance—even sex for most men, (Me included) is “slam, bang, thank you ma’am!”—over and out, move on to other stuff, haha!
Then there’s this Sheryl Sandberg story that got me hooked. In a new book by her ex-colleague Sarah Wynn-Williams, it says Sheryl asked her female assistant to share a single bed on a private jet in 2016. No hanky-panky, just “Hey, crash with me, let’s talk.” Meta calls it bunk, but imagine a straight guy trying that with his male assistant. Never! I wouldn’t ask my buddy to cuddle up for “companionship”—too weird. Women, though? They dive in—sharing beds, giggling, with a fire that’s all about connection.
Here’s the thing: women bring passion to their bonds—not just romantic, but that intense, heart-on-fire vibe. Lalitha’s chats aren’t just talk—they’re alive, buzzing with energy. Men? We’re flat—give me a task, I’ll do it quick, no fuss. Sex? Wham-bam, done. No lingering, no soul-talk. Nature’s deal, I guess—women weave love and passion into everything, even with strangers. Look at kitty parties, Rakhi, weddings—women hug, laugh, spill secrets with a spark. Men? We’re at the bar, cracking jokes, keeping it light. Deep talk? No way, Pass.
Books I’ve peeked into nail this. Sula by Toni Morrison has Nel and Sula—two women so tight, their bond’s like a wildfire, messy but fierce. Men’s friendships? Cold competition. Attached by Amir Levine and Rachel Heller says women crave connection—passionate and deep—while men dodge unless it’s physical. The Female Brain by Louann Brizendine explains women’s brains pump oxytocin—love and passion juice—especially with other women. And Women’s Friendships by Pat O’Connor shows how women lean on each other with a heat men just don’t muster. Oh yes there is different side to this story of woman sabotaging another woman more, I am not getting in to that now. (All rules have exception).
Lalitha’s 20-minute passion-fests with random ladies? I can’t match that—I’m prepping an hour for a “Hi, bye” or walking away. Men don’t click like that; we run. Women’s love burns bright; men’s lust fizzles fast. What do you think, folks? Spot this in your life too?
Karthik
14/3/25 9am.
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