Men are from Venus… I never read it
Maybe it’s women from Venus. No I never read that book, Men Venus – Women Mars, whatever.
I guess one reason I never read it is because I don’t have a problem with men. I don’t need to know anything more about them than I know about them from knowing them (?!@) – yes, that’s right, I said that.
Over the years I’ve been with many different types of men, and I’ll name just a few (because you don’t have that much time for the hordes).
There was the “I’ve had enough sex in my life by now” 25-year-old first husband of mine. I (being 22 at the time and hormonally and matrimoniously dying for sex) found that strange but never equated it with an other-worldly, planet-y type thing. I ended up just thinking the guy was an asshole and leaving him.
But that never made me categorize all men as assholes. Neither did the second husband who, while sexually unchallenged, happened to be challenged in oh so many other ways as in paying his half of the bills, and helping with any of the chores, or even in, after time, bathing more than once a week.
I still never categorized men and went on to bigger and better things. I’m no quitter, oh no, not me.
Then I hooked up with my honey (not right after that, but now). We had an instant (ok, it wasn’t instant) understanding of each other and a secret way of communicating.
He relates to me well in his role as man and mine as woman. He knows very well that I will be crying if we’re watching some sad movie. He doesn’t need to look over at me and roll his eyes because I’m a big weeny man.
He knows the man’s golden rule about “fat” – that being that if any woman, anywhere ever asks a question having to do with “does this dress make me look…” “does my ass look fat in these pants…” “do you think I’m… ” – that you never ever hesitate or say anything to the effect of “it’s not the pants making you look fat”. He goes one step farther than required by answering all such questions with, “you’re not fat” or “you’re beautiful”, or even “you’ve got a gorgeous ass” and let us not forget the “you look good enough to eat” (don’t picture it).
He knows how to respond to various questions and statements such as:
Me: You’re not loving me enough
Him: [gives me a hug]
Me: [holds his hand]
Him: [gets me a beer]
Me: Do you love me?
Him: Do you need a beer?
Me: I’m out of perfume
Him: You’re so subtle [laughs and gives me a hug]
So you see why I can’t categorize men. And I don’t think it works with women either.
I have absolutely no need to read a book about men, I just like to sit back and enjoy. And sometimes I love to do the girly stuff like “what are you thinking?” He actually doesn’t think it’s an imposition cuz he’s too busy watching a football game or something. He tells me what he’s thinking about.
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Damn decent of you. It sounds like you’ve got it right. The key is to not categorize people – man, woman, or otherwise – and always question your assumptions. The only thing these books usually lead to are expectations. Everybody is an individual, regardless of sex, race, beliefs, etc…
Smart post.
That made me laugh out loud – and I think it’s great you’ve managed to hang onto a decent perspective despite everything. I completely agree!
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