Originally posted on Thu 9/5/2008, 5:08 AM
Sis and I had a spirited discussion last night about
relationships, like we usually do. She and I compared notes on how our last
attempt at ‘kicking it’ with a man, ended in a fiery crash. As we get older,
we’re almost completely devoid of relationship games. Honestly, it’s exhausting
anyway. She and I are very similar in our views on men, the state of masculinity
(as a whole) and just our overall outlook on the way (we think) things should be
done relationship-wise. Our conclusion is that the sweet, honest and direct
approach to caring for ‘a potential’ is not being met with the appreciation it
warrants. Back in the day, I would say that we were both, a little more
detached to the concept of what the other person may have felt, in
comparison to what we felt. We weren’t mean or uncaring (necessarily), we
were just not as “concerned” about them. Nowadays, we’re pretty straightforward,
understanding and kind. But for that, there is no reward, no appreciation, no
reciprocal tenderness. It’s a sad and ironic state of affairs when you have them
‘dropping out of the heavens’ for you when you treat them like dirt. What is
that? Oh, most men can claim that they want a sweet and caring ‘wifey’.
But the fact of the matter is, their greatest love, that vixen-of-a-woman that
stole their heart and soul; was that mean, arrogant, self-centered Dragon Lady
that they still wonder about from time to time. That one chick that put them
through “changes”. The one that cheated, talked to them crazy, burned their
clothes, slit their tires and broke all the windows out of their car. Ok, I
exaggerated a little on that but seriously, am I missing something here? We (Sis
and I) have always agreed that the male of the species should be the aggressor,
the one that needs to work a bit for the female’s eye and attention, like they
do in almost every species of animal. Those poor, misguided women that do
everything except wipe the nose of their men, are frequently cheated on
in favor of the one, he “courts”. The one he opens the door for, pays for meals
for, the coy/hard-to-catch ones. I get that part. Not only do I get it , it’s
also my relationship religion. Women tirelessly chasing (and doing
everything for) a man isn’t just weird, it’s unnatural. But why do I have to
treat someone I care about like dirt in order to get what I want?
I don’t need much in comparison to what I’d be willing to offer, just a little
appreciation. I think I need to reevaluate my approach to relationships.
Honesty, effort and consideration are not being fully appreciated, or
appreciated at all for that matter. I suppose there is a
place for a little game-playing in romance but I don’t think it’s worth the
effort to do it half-way. If I’m going to do it-I’m going full-throttle baby!
I’ve already told you of my advanced ‘emotional’ regenerative transformation
powers. Oh yes, they do exist! My phobia of spiders and small reptiles is almost
nonexistent. Last week I put a small lizard safely outside that I’d
accidentally just brought in with the mail. No screams or hesitations. Why, just
yesterday, I stomped on a big ugly snake egg in our rock garden in my flimsy
flip-flops (after my sister urged me to). Why get all womanly and
emotional about it? I made a decision to man-up on that
kind of stuff and I’ve done just that. If I can do that, I’m certainly capable
of transforming myself into that big butt slut that never has a shortage of men
at her beck-and-call. (I mean ‘slut’ figuratively) I’m going to transform myself
into that self-centered woman I used to despise so much. After careful
consideration, I’m thinking she might actually have a point and the solution to
my relationship problems. Sweet & nice is boring anyway. I’m
many things but boring is not one of the things I’d want count among
them. I need to shake things up a bit. I’m tired of taking his needs and desires
into consideration, when he has no regard for mine. (Whoever he might be)
Marriage isn’t really a goal of mine anyway, I might as well have a little fun
for a while. I want to be the Osama bin Laden of romantic relationships;
relentless, rebellious and fanatical in my conviction. Think about how many
people, women and men, are chasing him.
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