Posts Tagged ‘relationships’

An open letter to males everywhere

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As Ben Roethlisberger has apparently learned little either from Letterman, Governor Sanford or Tiger or even his own previous experience, I offer a reminder and a humble piece of advice for, well, pretty much all guys. It doesn’t matter what your orientation is; if you have gone through puberty, this applies to you.

Despite what females may think about us, the male mind *can* be a complex thing. But they are right in one thing: For most, if not just about every man, it can get shamefully — or shamelessly — simplistic.

I’m not sure if many of us quite realize when it’s happening as it’s happening, but there’s no mistaking it once the libido takes over. Situations that you would normally see as some combination of stupid, lame and impossible when you’re thinking clearly somehow seem plausible and possibly great. (The examples vary from man to man, but I’m sure you know what I’m talking about, so you know what yours are.)

So, if you’re considering whether or not you should try to hook up tonight, date someone, find yourself a mistress (or a dozen) or even go out to a club to hit on college women more than half a decade after you left campus, you might want to do yourself a favor. It might save you some trouble.

Find a magazine, a video or a website. Lock the door. And have some “alone” time.*

Afterwards, reconsider what you were thinking about doing before. If it still seems like a good idea, then it probably is. And if it’s not such a good one but you still want to do it, then maybe you’ll manage a little smarter about what you’re doing.


*If you have any religious objections to my suggestion, then, well, God help you. I don’t know how you’re supposed to survive if you aren’t supposed to have sex outside marriage or take care of it yourself.
  

Valentine’s Day Sucks, Too

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I have already shared my hatred for the reject version, Sweetest Day. Now it’s time for me to rip into my least favorite of the Hallmark Holidays, its sibling, Valentine’s Day.

First, the timing of the holiday is horrific: Not even two months after all the money you spent on gifts over Christmas, you’re supposed to shell out even more for Valentine’s Day. Flowers and chocolates are one thing, but jewelry? When I think about the money I might have had to spend on someone who thinks this holiday is actually important, it makes me happy I’m single on Valentine’s Day. … Okay, only kind of.

Perhaps planning a romantic day/evening is easier in Australia, Brazil or even Miami where it is actually warm in February, but where I am, it is not only cold, it is often butt-numbingly cold. When it is 17° outside, some of the last things I want to do are run in and out of stores or go out to restaurants. And yes, I understand part of the day is spent at home in a particular room where the cold could be an incentive, but even that is kind of unfair… you (and your partner) are supposed to be in the mood just because the calendar says you should.

I really enjoy buying things for people I feel close to at random times. I find it more fun to do than when they might expect it. Hence, if I had someone I would want to spoil on a day like Valentine’s Day, I want it to be on my terms and on days that I decide. (Obviously, an anniversary is one I wouldn’t be able to choose, but I’m sure you understand what I mean.)

While I can’t say everyone hates Valentine’s Day, I can safely say many people do. As much as the lovelorn (females, most likely) enjoy being slathered with gifts and attention of various kinds, it is a day of depression and/or vitriol for the perpetually single (like me), those who were all-too-recently dumped, and many (men, in this case) who are in a relationship, but feel like they’ll end up “in the doghouse”, as a famous department store chain likes to say, if they don’t participate in or forget about the idiocy. And in comparison to the much lesser-known October copy, Valentine’s Day is advertised seemingly everywhere starting somewhere around King’s Birthday, causing all the whipped guys to become increasingly nervous as the date approaches as well as giving all the singles a whole month to stew in their sadness and anger about their annoyingly lovey-dovey peers.

Hell, there are elementary school kids who are growing to hate Valentine’s Day because they know they are only getting Valentines because they have a few classmates who just give cards to everyone… or because their teachers require the students who give out cards to hand them out to the entire class.

Yet I realize that if I found the right person, I almost certainly be perfectly happy flipping through ads, searching websites and braving the elements for that perfect gift and experience if that’s what is expected of me. And that to me, my friends, may be the most annoying thing about Valentine’s Day by far.

  

An opinion on Tiger? Ooh, ooh, me too!

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I kind of loathe to be like everyone else and write something on Tiger Woods, but there are a couple of things that are sticking in my mind.

First, I read the All-Tiger version of The Sports Guy’s reader mailbag and saw a letter that listed lessons from “Cheating 101,” the first two being “Never say your own name on an answering machine” and “Never leave a message on an answering machine that’s longer than four words.” Sure, those make sense.

But something else crossed my mind. Part of the reason Tiger was caught by his (very likely soon-to-be) ex-wife was allegedly because she found one of the mistresses phone numbers on his phone.

This leaves me absolutely dumbfounded. He’s Tiger Woods, and between golf and endorsements, he is filthy effing rich. Why didn’t he have a second — and separate — cell number for his other women?

I’m not condoning what Tiger did. But if you’re going to rob a bank, don’t get caught because you dropped your wallet.

Second, now that it looks like Tiger and Elin will be parting ways, I wonder if Tiger can ever truly be in a loving marriage again, because he has a problem that few other men would have.

If your average man cheats, he can move to another city or town, grow or shave facial hair, buy a different car; in other words, he can fairly easily escape his old image and his old wife or girlfriend.

Who doesn’t know Tiger Woods?

It may have been one thing if there was just one other woman. As far as I know, if that were the case, Tiger and Elin could have made some sort of amends. But multiple mistresses is something else completely.

Sure, Tiger could get married again, because there will be some woman who will marry him, if for no other reasons than money and/or the fact that she would be (the second) Mrs. Tiger Woods. But wouldn’t any other woman who marries Tiger have in the back of her mind that she may just be one of many, even if he did confess in front of The Great Redeemer (no, not him, Oprah)?

Honestly, I do feel sorry for Tiger, because I would be willing to wager he never imagined what has happened to him and his popularity. Then again, he has no one to blame but himself.

  

Infidelity

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Mark Sanford. David Letterman. And now Tiger Woods. 2009 seems to be “The Year of the Cheat”, doesn’t it? Well, no; after all, extramarital affairs are certainly nothing new, it’s just that three of the men caught were a governor, a late-night talk show host and a world-famous athlete, and with today’s media, we all know about it.

In listening to some of the myriad coverage of the Tiger Woods scenario on local sports radio, one of the hosts mentioned his wife asked him a pretty blunt question: “Why can’t men keep it in their pants?” In my mind, I’d say that’s a fair if over-generalized question. It just doesn’t have a simple answer.

Most people with any concept of romance knows what cheating is, but I’m going to define it anyway, at least vaguely: Cheating is when a partner in a romantic relationship has a sexual encounter with another person without the permission of the other. (Whatever you may think of the last qualifier, it is necessary as there are open relationships despite whatever restrictions whatever deity is said to have.)

So why do some men cheat?

I don’t know if the idea of monogamy predates religion or not, but it is certainly perpetuated and expected in part because of it. And as the main religious base of American society is rooted in the Abrahamic traditions, it is worth noting that at the time of the founding of Judaism and Christianity, not only was Earth’s population in Biblical times was a small fraction of what it is today, but a trip of fifty miles — a daily commute for many — would have been rare and unlikely for most alive at those times and very slow by modern standards for those who could make such a journey.

In other words, the number of partners someone alive two thousand (or for that matter, two hundred) years ago one potentially could meet is minuscule compared to today. The more you move, the more likely you are to make find another person you really connect with, whether it is a platonic friend or a romantic partner. That is why whatever I thought of Governor Sanford’s infidelities, I do believe he felt — and probably to some degree still feels — an deep connections with both his Argentine mistress and his wife.

There is also that oft-quoted “fact” that men think of sex every five seconds. If it has any root in reality, it is that a man may not think of sex for stretches at a time, but eventually he will have moments when he gives in into some fantasy in his mind, possibly for a few seconds, perhaps longer. Eventually the frequency and/or duration of the thoughts will cause a man to make a physiological and most likely physical response. What that response might be varies, but most often they are ones that won’t land a man in divorce court (and yes, you can make some very educated — and likely very correct — guesses).

Intelligence doesn’t matter, money doesn’t matter, looks don’t matter, age doesn’t matter — as long as the man’s libido works, the more worked up he is about sex, the worse his brain works until he does something about it. Whether or not what, say, Letterman did was as “creepy” as he described it, he almost certainly didn’t think that at the time; if he did, “creepy” took a back seat to the thought of, well, relief.

There’s one other thing I’d like to bring to your attention: If you look at other species in nature, the idea of a single lifetime partner is not exactly common. That makes quite a bit of sense if you consider that the goal of reproduction is the continuation of the species. The best way of accomplishing that goal is by combining genetic material in as many different ways as possible. And when it comes down to it, humans are animals.

I would argue that monogamy is not a natural or logical state. Think of it this way: To expect someone to not find someone other than their partner attractive only because they are in a relationship is ridiculous. To say that one person couldn’t love two different people deeply is also foolish; many people have multiple close friends.

A man who remains monogamous does so because there is something he values more than the pleasure he would get from having sex outside his relationship. Maybe he treasures his wife’s or girlfriend’s love and knows how much he’d hate to lose it. Perhaps his religious convictions come into play and that he wouldn’t want to incur the displeasure of God. It could be that he simply doesn’t want to see half of his things and future paychecks going her way if he gets caught. Maybe he’s the type of man who remains loyal no matter what, whether it is to a partner, a friend, a sports team or a company. It’s possible he may realize the likelihood of his entire world crashing down on him; I can’t say. But if you think about it that way, the reason many men do keep it in their pants outside their relationships is just about the same as why many women who are committed decide to keep their pants on.