What women really want
YOUNG King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the king of a neighbouring kingdom. The monarch there could have killed him but was moved by Arthur’s youth and ideals. So, he offered Arthur his freedom, as long as he could answer a very simple question.
Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.
The question?
What do women really want?
Simple as it is, this question has perplexed and vexed even the most knowledgeable of men, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the proposition to have an answer by year’s end.
He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: his wife Queen G, his wise wizard M, the priests and even the court jester. No one, however, could give him a satisfactory answer.
Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer. But the witch was well-known throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.
The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to ask the witch. She agreed to answer the question, only if she could marry Sir Lancelot, the handsomest and most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur’s closest friend.
Arthur was horrified. The witch was hunchbacked, had only one tooth, smelled like the old Punggol pig farms, and made obscene noises. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in his life. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, said no sacrifice was too big compared with Arthur’s life.
Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur’s question:
"What a woman really wants is to be in charge of her own life."
Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would be spared.
And so it was.
The neighbouring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.
The honeymoon hour approached and Launcelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the nuptial bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him: The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Launcelot asked what had happened.
The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half. Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day... or night?
Launcelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?
What would YOU do?
What Launcelot chose is below.
Wait .... make your choice first, before you scroll below.
The noble-hearted Lancelot said he would allow HER to make the choice herself.
Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.
So, the moral to this story is ...
If you don't let a woman have her own way, things are going to get ugly!
Update: Story pasted from an e-mail joke from Ambrose Mong, my former English Literature tutor in the university, who has just completed several years of priestly studies in the Vatican, amidst the good wine and high-spirited Italian girls, and is to be posted shortly to a parish in Hong Kong. – Thursday, June 21, 2007
Ambrose has since been consecrated as a priest and is now pursuing a PhD in religious studies.
