I was thrilled that the parsonage at my church came with a menstra shack in the backyard. It seems more than adequate to me.
Every time I'm dating a woman and show her this beautiful menstra shack, she is immediately overcome with emotion. Many's the lady who, recognizing how well I will provide for her monthly needs, runs off crying tears of joy.
Their insecurity then always comes to the fore. They can't understand a kind, generous man like me, and are suddenly full of seemingly-legitimate reasons not to see me again. "I have to wash my hair," or "I've taken a job in China, and they don't have phones there," or "I'm now in the Witness Relocation Program and have to sever all ties with my former life; if you keep calling, you could wind up dead."
Is the menstra shack just too glamorous for them?
I fear I will never understand women.