Battle of the Curtains!!!

The battle of the sexes is a fight that still rages on. I will never understand women and they will never understand us men. Most men's minds work on logic and fact, whereas women's minds are based on feelings. (My personal observation and experience). We put our feelings aside and look at the facts. If the facts and logic contradicts what we feel, we shove our feelings aside because "our feelings undermine the facts and then we're being irrational". Women tend to do the opposite and look at how they feel about something. And if logic contradicts their feelings then it's logic that goes out the window and a decision is based on feelings. An example being, I asked some of my lady-friends why they feel the need to wake us men up when THEY can't sleep. I thought I would get an explanation as to why they feel such action is necessary (maybe they feel lonely, need some sort of support since they're suffering, etc.) and justify it which would, in turn, give me an insight into their logic. What was the response? "Of course! If we can't sleep, neither should he!" That was it! That was my explanation. I asked why he shouldn't be able to and they just said, "Because!"
This brings me to the point that our minds just work differently. Many say that men are simple and have one-track minds while women are "complex." (Actually, we men think they're irrational and complicated. It is my female friends that use the word "complex". I believe because they base most things on feeling which means there is no pattern to the chaos and they themselves don't even know why things should be a certain way. It just FEELS like it should. hence "complex" because even they don't know why). With all the men-women bashing aside, it seems that we are all complicated, complex yet simple at the same time. i.e. surprise a woman with a rose and make her day. Women: surprise a man with a beer and wear either sexy lingerie or nothing and you make OUR day! To the point, I believe that we men (although not simple) tend to try and make things as simple as possible. Why? It just makes sense. Complicated or Simple? Easy or hard? Why make life harder than it should be?
The reason why I bring this up? I ended up in women's domain not long ago and found myself lost and confused. For the huge window in my apartment, I needed some curtains. I kindly asked Irma, the woman whose desk my desk is next to what the Finnish word for curtains is. "Verhot" she replies. So that afternoon I go to a store called Kodin Ykkönen. (finnish version of Ikea). What does my man logic think? There will be a shelf with lots of packages all saying Verhot. I just need to pick out the color and the size and I'm on my way. But no!!!!
I find the section and there is no such thing as Verhot. Verhot is simply a suffix! "Sivuverhot" "Pitkäverhot" and, literally, 7 or 8 more types of Verhot!. I have no idea what the hell is what. There were some examples curtains, and none of them were what I was looking for. A lot of them were too thin (I guess they're the inner curtains or something) while other were what I was looking for but had little flowers on them or cost too much than what I could afford to spend. I go and ask one of the employees if she could help me grab some curtains because my Finnish is terrible. She points in the direction I came and says, "They're over there." She turns around and walks off. Gotta love the customer service in this country.
Since I had already spent 30 minutes gandering at all my choices I decided to call a Finn that I knew and maybe they could explain the different types and could tell me which one I needed. The two Finns I could think of to call were Marianne and Kristian. Marianne being a woman, it would be best to call her. She doesn't answer her phone. So I call Kristian. I explain the situation and beg for help. There is a brief silence and then he asks, "Isn't there just a plain, generic Verhot?" Exactly what I was thinking!!! I explained no and he told me I was barking up the wrong tree.
I finally go back to the woman I asked originally and tried to use my big, pitiful, lost and confused, dumb foreigner look and cried, "Could you help me pleeeeeeaaasse? I don't know what the hell I'm doing or what I'm looking at." That persuaded her (my seriously pissed off you don't want to fuck with bad-ass look never works, but the nice one does. and she wasn't drunk [see Finnish Fights and gay drunken Love]). She went through and explained everything to me. What the names mean, what they're for, and when she left i had a much better idea with what I was looking it. It still took another 20 minutes of looking, but I finally decided upon a package and took the risk. I left the store feeling utterly and mentaly exhausted. No exaggeration!!! I felt as though the mental capacity and my IQ had been tested to its limit! When I got home, I didn't even open the package to look at them and hang them up. I threw them to the side, grabbed myself a beer and plopped my ass on the couch and veged for an hour. The simple task of picking up some curtains (a square pieth of cloth) to hang over my window turned into a terrible and harrowing ordeal. Thoughts and comments are appreciated.
Until then. . .

p.s. the curtains turned out be exactly what I needed!