Puffa passion

I am coming back as a female Japanese puffer fish ! She has it sussed. None of your normal prtracted courtship, marriage, sexual activity, pregnancy and agonising birth for her...oh no ! Instead she happily browses the underwater boutiques whilst numerous male Japanese puffer fish work 24 hours a day for 7 days to create a sea bed masterpiece for her by moving around flapping its fins to make patterns in the sand. He clears away any bits of rubbish left around and gathers pretty shells to decorate it with. After 7 days hard labour, the female swims over for a look at the various potential homes for her offspring and choses her mate based on how impressed she is by the house on offer. She gives him the nod, but pops off to the shops again for an hour whilst he then makes a special soft bed in the middle of his masterpiece. She returns and a mere love bite to her cheek stimulates her to drop her numerous eggs, whilst he fertilises them, only when they have left her body, and then tucks them up in the bed and she heads of again....in fact I am not sure she ever returns ! How perfect a male female relationship is that. If it were to be replicated in the homo sapien, I think it would lead to alot of satisfaction. I would be only to happy to feck off for 7 days, whilst numerous local males built me impressive dwellings to choose from. I would come back when it suited, choose a mate entirely based on how much I liked his house , pop off telling him to get the bed ready , come back a while later, accept a peck on the cheek, drop a couple of eggs, let him nowhere near my lady parts and then head off to start the whole cycle again....how perfect !
Needless to say Gasp felt that this system is actually alive and well in the world, with women living the life of Reilly, men working hard to impress them, no one knowing exactly what she bloody wants, hardly even getting a feel for all for their efforts and being left to rear the kids while she's out with her friends....he may have a point.....tee hee !