I don't think that any one man understands the impact of women on society. Well...first, allow me to make this disclaimer:

This Editorial is in no way a feminist editorial. I am not about to delve into the reasons why women should have different and better rights than men do in the work place. If you are mistreated, then I am sorry, but...I am not the one mistreating you so take your anger out on someone else.

Now, with that said, this editorial is actually going to be the impact that a beautiful girl has on me...any guy...and, thus, society in general. So, to move on, I think that everyone has had that experience where they walk into a restaurant, a store, or some other busy public place and immediately their eyes are drawn to this person of the opposite sex across the room. This is a wonderful time provided that you are not walking in with your siginicant other and they spot you staring unabashedly at this person. So, given that you are not with someone special, you spend the next five minutes trying to figure out how you can get to a position where you can stare at them without them knowing it.

I have seen women before, that completely captivate me, such as the woman in the above scenario: the real woman that I want to talk about...is that woman that utterly stuns you when you meet them. You see I have this problem: When I meet a member of the opposite sex that is incredible (By incredible I mean their entire being...and to rate their entire being I must use The Luke Snyder Tri-fold System for Rating Women.), I spend all my time thinking about how I can talk to them more...or see them more often. With this understood, I must say now that I am not some wierd-psycho type that is stalking women all around the world. I simply try and put myself into positions where I might just have a chance to get to talk to them.

When all is said and done, I want this to be understood:

A beautiful women can make you feel happy or said. She can uplift your day when you are in the deepest rut imaginable. A simple mental image of that special person can bring a brimming smile to your face, and every word from her is like poetry when you've spent the whole day listening to pop music: absolutely beautiful and a relief from grit and grime.

I have had people in my life that have made me feel this way, and some have known it and others have not...but at the end of the day, sometimes it still doesn't matter to them. Chances are, if anyone is reading this...they probably think that I am just a big chauvenistic pig at heart...well, think what you want to, but I didn't mean for this editorial to come off that way. Thanks for stopping by...I know I sure enjoyed.

-Luke Snyder