I was thinking about men the other day, and how relatively simple they are. Not in the glazed eyed, can’t figure what one plus one equals. But more in the fed ‘em, fcuk 'em and whatever that last thing is that no one can remember, way. Yet many hours have been spent and evenings devoted to understanding men by womenfolk and we still just don’t get them.
I guess I long for things to be simple. Many times my gals and I get confused when after months of being chased and pursued suddenly Mister becomes too busy to hang out or shoot even send a text message. Which is fine. Shit and life both happen. But I really have a problem with men using their words; and how they don’t when they should… For some reason many men think their silence spares our feelings because we women folk can’t handle the truth.
Pish Posh I say! Women can handle you not being into us no mo. But we can’t handle the weeks and months it took you to finally tell us.
***And at this point I will admit that there are some crazy chicks who will cut a man for leaving her. So on that base level, I understand some men’s fear. And I say to those men, in those situations, to lie to that crazy lady until you have secured a safe house in another state***
But I like to keep things easy, breezy, simple and drama free. It just amazes me that in all my living the last time I never ever had to wonder, ponder and try to understand the heart of a man was when I was 7 years old. And that was decades ago ya'll! It was Valentine’s day, and I was living my life like its golden (yes, even before Jill said I could) passing out my Snoopy and Smuf Valentine cards and candy. When I returned to my desk there was a decorated shoebox filled with candy from Brian Thompson. He was a cutie! And he was so happy when I spied my gift. I was surprised and then I started crying. So much so that my dad had to come an pick me up. I mean I was seven and still of the thinking that boys were the greatest incubators of coodies and I wasn’t trying to be infected!
But later I thought about his gesture. Him putting himself out there to let me know that he liked me. And about me getting upset. Did my actions teach Brian something that day? Had I hurt him because I wasn’t ready for his truth? Of course at seven I wasn’t asking myself these questions, I had a big ole box of candy to eat! But now when I seek that same level of honesty or just a gesture (it doesn’t have to be grand) to let me know I’m liked the answer has a lot of clauses and contingencies. Maybe it’s just past hurt and rejection that makes the answer so convoluted. But at the end of the day it’s either yes or no. Its just that simple.
See You In Seven
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