The walking canteen

If the waste bin besides your workstation contains empty wrappers of Menthos then you can be sure that a woman has arrived.
Now women have invaded every sphere of the men's domain robbing them of their happiness, so you may ask whats the news about a woman having arrived.

Now this woman in question is a cut above the rest of the pack, literally and figuratively. She has a tendency to give a complex to most of the men with her never-give-importance-to-men kind of attitude.
But the best part about her is that she is a bundle of contradictions. If you tell her that she can turn on her charm on any man then she will flatly deny it, yet in the next breath she is ready to admit that she is an eternal flirt but within the limits. Now tell me how can a woman flirt without turning on a bit of a charm to attract a man.

Then as I said earlier, there is a constant interaction between her hands and her mouth, no matter how busy she is with work. You see, it is the hand that feeds the mouth with the menthos. If not menthos, it will be some munchable thing or the other that she will be carrying around. So someone rightly said that she is a "walking canteen". NOw she claims that this label is an insult to her gourmet abilities.

At the top of the list in this bundle of contradictions is a word called "compromise". One fine day she coos away nonchalantly, "I never compromise on anything". In fact she says that there is no word called compromise in her dictionary.
Now will somebody please explain to her that the very fact she is happily married is in itself a compromise. She compromised on her bachelorhood to tie the knot.
Who doesn't know the famous expression, "they were caught in a compromising position". Now what does this mean?? To put it mildly, they were caught copulating, isn't it?? Now I do not know how to tell this woman that when she gets a bit romantic with her husband in the cold of the night, she is really compromising herself.
Hows that for remaining uncompromised?