Are you a crockpot or a microwave?

I heard a friend talking the other day and he used an analogy that I found to be quite intriuging and pretty much spot on.

"You see, Donald, guys and girls, we're different. Guys are like microwaves and girls are like crock pots"

... Take a second, you know you're trying to figure it out. Nope not that... you dirty little! Think about it... and okay. So, basically my friend was trying to convey the difference between attraction and attraction times for guys and girls.

Crock pots - Wonderful inventions. They cook fantastic meals. Just plug and play. Incredibly long periods of time to cook. Bad for impatient people.

Microwave ovens - Wonderful inventions. Cooks mediocre meals. Just press and play. Incredibly short periods of time to cook. Great for impatient people!

Let me rewind about 10 years... Ere ere ere ere, rewinding, ere ere.... ere ere ere. That's my rewinding sound... ere ere. Okay, so here we are in a middle school english class with little old middle school Donald, long bleach blonde toilet bowl haircut, jacked up pre-brace teeth, with the occasional cracking of the voice. Now, I wasn't much to look at, but I sure had a thing for this girl Amanda. For the longest time this girl had me wrapped around her little finger. I tried everything. I wrote the poems, picked the flowers, sent the notes, and did just about everything a poor little boy could do to catch the eye of his not so secret crush. Unfortunately for me Amanda could have cared less. To her I didn't even exist. Months went by and I finally convinced myself this Amanda wasn't so great after all, and I moved on. As it turned out, she had a change of heart too. This girl was all over me! Granted, I can't blame her, those were my sexy years... Fortunately I stood my ground and didn't give into her desires. Oh what a beautiful relationship we could have had if only we had the same cooking times.

Guys are fast to react and fast to fall. They see a girl that fancies their interest and they're hooked. All we really want is someone to hold... sigh... Girls weigh out their options, pull our hearts out, roll them in the dirt and write their names on them in magic marker so all other girls know that they've marked their territory. Just as we begin to learn to live without our hearts the girls come prancing back to us, dust our poor hearts off and try to pretend like nothing ever happened, all because now after so long they decide we're not so bad after all. Pshhh.

Guys - Good inventions, mediocre cooks, one glance is all it takes, incredibly short periods of time to hook.

Girls - Fantastic inventions, amazing cooks (in some cases), takes at least your first born child, incredibly long periods of time to hook, oh and a sharpie so she can write her name all over your heart!