Few words bring a chill to a woman’s heart like “Honey, I
don’t feel so good!”
For most of us, the thought of having to nurse a sick man is
one of the worst things imaginable. Sometimes they are worse than babies.
Consider this - when
a woman gets a cold, she goes to the store and buys some Nyquil and Dayquil and
Kleenex and lemons and orange juice. She goes home and has a cup of tea with
honey and takes the medicine hoping she will feel better so that she can go to
work the next day. It doesn’t occur to her to stay home because of a cold. Work
is more important. And for a single woman, there is no choice. She has no other
means of support so she has to go to work.
But a guy? He will get a case of the sniffles and will lie
in bed, his nose red, his eyes swollen and is suddenly incapable of going to
the kitchen to get his own orange juice. He will suddenly become a whining
sniveling patient in need of care.
So suddenly, your workload is increased. You have to get up
early and get the kids off to school, get ready for work and bring him his tea
and orange juice and explain how to take the medicine so that he will feel
better. He will look at you and say, “You know I don’t like to take medicine.”
That means he wants you to stay home from work and nurse him.
Yes, there are few things in life more awful than having to
take care of a sick man.
But it goes deeper than that. Somehow, a lot of men have
become as needy as a two year old. Where is that macho Alpha male we kind of
like?
He’s become that lazy, whiny, angry pissy ass man that you
want to take an iron skillet to. He can’t accept responsibility for anything he
does. It’s always somebody else’s fault.
If you catch him cheating with another woman, does he
apologize and admit he couldn’t resist and that he was acting like a boy? No.
YOU didn’t dress sexy enough. YOU were too busy with the
kids and you didn’t pay attention to his needs. YOU spent too much time at work
and you ignored him. YOU didn’t give him sex when he wanted it and the way he
wanted it.
It wasn’t his fault. He is a sex addict. He has a behavioral
problem.
He didn’t lose his job because he never got there on time or
because he refused to take direction. It couldn’t be because he wasn’t working
hard enough. It wasn’t because he told off his boss for asking him to do
something he didn’t want to do.
“That bastard never liked me. He knew I was smarter than him
and he was threatened. He’s a dumb bastard anyway. Why should I work for him?”
Or “That bitch hates men. She thought I was going to get her job and she’s a
lesbian anyway.”
And if you got tired of his whining, insecure childish ways
and left him wow! You were never happy. He couldn’t please you. You nagged and
complained all the time. You made too many demands and wanted too much and he
couldn’t take it. He was happy with you but he just couldn’t seem to make you
happy. You were just a bitch anyway.
It’s never his fault.
Some of my friends and I were talking about sex not long
ago. All of us had encountered men who didn’t seem to have a clue about how to
please a woman in bed.
“He didn’t know how to kiss. He came at me with this wet
mouth like a big fish or something. No technique. It was like he just sucked my
face into his mouth and I couldn’t breathe.”
“He was a lazy bastard. He claimed he had a bad back so he
only liked it when he could lay there and I had to get on top of him and do all
the work while his lazy ass just laid there. Who wants that?”
“He couldn’t find my clitoris if I had painted a big red
target on it.”
“The whole thing was over in less than five minutes and all
I got out of it was a wet ass and I had to sleep in the wet spot. It never
occurred to him that I might want to have an orgasm too. He got his and that
was all.”
“I told him what I liked and he just ignored me and did what
he liked.”
“He said if I loved him I wouldn’t make him wear a rubber.”
You know what I mean.
They don’t want to take us on dates anymore.
“Why don’t we just hook up?” or “We can just hang out.”
Instead of being a couple, you can be friends with benefits.
All that means is instead of taking you to dinner, they just
want you to come over to his place, have some pizza, watch a movie and have
sex. You understand there’s no strings, right?
You aren’t the only woman he’s seeing and you are just
having fun.
He doesn’t remember your name so you are “boo,” or
“princess.” He may even have two or three cell phones so that he can keep all
of you compartmentalized.
And you better not ever answer or pick up that phone!
He doesn’t have to woo you or court you or even treat you
with any respect. He can call you bitch or ho and you get excited because he
seems to like you. You think he’s fun and exciting.
And if you do happen to get pregnant, does he stick around
to help you with the baby? Nope. He’s off seeing another woman. YOU got
pregnant, so you can handle the kid. He didn’t want a child anyway. (This is
the same man who refused to wear a condom when you asked.)
What has happened to men? Where are the big strong masculine
fellas that we not only loved but looked up to? We knew those men could make us
feel good in bed, they could protect us if we needed it and they loved us. They used to call us and ask us for dates and
bring us flowers and candy and call us baby and sing love songs to us and marry
us and help us take care of our children.
They used to care how they looked because they wanted to
look good to us. Having sex with us was something they dreamed about and worked
hard to get in our favor so that we would say yes. They tried to be charming so
that we would want to be with them. They used to look in our eyes and touch our
cheeks and we would melt.
They used to be men.
Where did they go? What happened? Will they be back? What do
we do in the meantime?
Do they know how much we miss them?
Do they know we loved them?
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