Why do women put up with men? Well, I may not be the most qualified person to answer this one, since I have more difficulty putting up with women, but I take it we're not really talking about a purely platonic sense, but in more of a sharing-your-life, till-death-or-legal-substitute-do-us-part sort of way. In which case the answer leaves the pragmatic and starts to meander through the ephemeral. Being desired is a tremendous high. Hands on bare skin. Feeling safe and comfortable in strong arms (I know it sounds like a paperback romance, but those books have to get at least a few things right). Being cherished. Because they have the ability to make us melt.

Or maybe that's just me.