It started with being born from a woman. I was introduced to my mother and have wondered ever since what the deal was with women. Thanks to The Bible, I learned about Eve, how she took advice from a serpent and ate the forbidden fruit from the tree. In Mythology, the Trojan War started due to two men's attraction to Helen, the fairest woman in the world. The Roman Empire fell in part due to the wily ways of Cleopatra. Most known men have had women along side them. Jesus had Mary Magdalene. Hitler had Eva Braun. Sid had Nancy. Kurt had Courtney. Harold had Maude. And on and on.

In the span of 24 hours, I spent at least three hours hanging out with three different women. The first was a professional woman trying recreate herself as an artist. Her life is mapped out in a day planner. She speaks to you as if she is your best friend the first time she meets you. She is renovating a house, taking art classes, assisting in a film festival and always on the move.

The second was an accountant and actress. Almost exactly my age, moods ranging from bellowing rage to soft and sweet in the matter of seconds. She's physically healthy and flexible. Never at a loss for energy or enthusiasm, she can excel and crumble at the same time. Successful in business and scattered in relationships, she constantly walks the line of brilliance and madness.

The third was a young college girl and apartment complex manager. Overly concerned about her work, her friends, and her future. Always evaluating the actions of others and how it affects her. An overachiever who desperately wants to get the most out of life and everyone around her. Quick to help when she believes in the cause and quick to berate when it does not coincide with her plans.

All three are sexy. All three are intelligent. All three can take up more than their share of the conversation. All three have something to offer. All three are crazy. All three are productive. All three are the cream of the crop. All three are the bottom of the barrel. All three are fine examples of women.

There was a time when I couldn't speak to women. They intimidated me with their ideas and aroused me with their bodies-- a bad combination. Somewhere along the way, I learned a secret. Women like to try to impress. Only when you are able to accept not having sex with woman does she really want to have sex with you (the only exception involves the beautiful people).

Their effect has been documented throughout time. Women are a temptation. See Eve. Women are seductive. See the Sirens. Women are benevolent. See Mary. Women are debilitating. See Delilah. Women are inspirational. See Amelia Earhart, Florence Nightingale, Mia Hamm and on and on.

Of course, you can't sum up a woman by describing women in general. No predisposition works when talking to a woman for the first time. Take them as they are, and be prepared for anything. I am by no means a ladies man. I didn't know I was going to spend time with any of these three women until right before I was spending time with them. But there they were, telling me about their dreams, desires and disasters.

This unintentional experiment left me drained. Focusing a one woman is enough to take the energy away from a man, let alone three. Contrary to what some might think, no sex was had, no definite plans were made to see any of them again, no jaunting revelations were made. The chances are good that I will hang out with all of them again, although I hope they aren't bundled together in a one-day package. I think I've had enough female contact to satisfy me with a few hermit days to spare.

To all those men out there thinking there are no women worth knowing, I'm here to tell you that there are. But even after this experiment and writing this column, I can't tell you what to do with them and probably never should.

Chris Jungle wants to be as cool as Superfly, but he is actually more disturbing like Dolomite.