Because I grew up in a house of females, I thought a man was a woman with a penis. When I left that house as a newlywed, I thought a man wanted to share his feelings, as well as his life. Wrong. Even those who are in touch with their feminine side don't know how to talk about it.
Eventually I realized men are different. Eventually I realized it's no coincidence females are called "wo - men".
Putting the worn and dirty Nike on the other foot, however, I stopped sharing some of my my feelings with John early in our marriage. I stopped after sharing my feelings about the china figurine his mother brought me from London. I didn't like it, it wasn't me and I didn't know where to put it.
That's when I realized men don't deal with feelings - they deal with problems. John solved the problem by giving the figurine back to his mother. Yes, that solved the problem; but having me appear like an ingrate to my new mother-in-law caused more problems - which I didn't share with John.
Getting men to dress up is a problem, unless it's for a wedding or a funeral. The rest of the time they want to be casual to the point of embarrassment and it's often the "barrassment" that's the problem. John has retrieved shorts from the rag bag. He wears a rag and I rag on.
We can drive on and on before John will ask for directions, but I figured out why. Men never get lost. They just take longcuts.
It's all a matter of perspective. Put barbecue tools in a man's hands and he's not cooking. He's preparing the kill he hunted.
Then there's my perspective on men's preoccupation with sex. Wrong. Now I believe what men say - it's a man thing. I also believe that this man thing was one of the things God wanted to fix by creating women.
Men, also known as couch coaches, create jock images - even if they never were one. Even when their memories start to fade, they remember athletic achievements that never happened.
If you ask a woman to describe herself, the first thing she says is wife, mother or marital status. If you ask a man to describe himself, the first thing he tells you is his job. Eventually that changes. When a man retires, he becomes his wife's job.
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places?
I didn't have to look for my husband. He was delivered to my front door by a mutual friend, who planned to introduce him to my older sister. Opportunity knocked, but I opened the door.
Opportunity can be anywhere - almost anywhere. I wouldn't look for husband material in a ninety-nine cent store. Maybe the guy's saving money, but maybe he's cheap.
I wouldn't look for Mr. Right in a coin laundry either. If he can't afford a washer and dryer, he can't afford you.
Men in singles bars can afford drinks, but would you really want to marry a man who was looking for a wife in a bar?
Safer places to husband hunt are supermarkets, libraries and dog parks; but in each place you have to watch your step.
There's a good chance a man's single if he's in the supermarket's produce department. Few women trust their husbands to be as particular about tomatoes as they are about televisions. However, be sure the amount he's buying would feed only one person.
If you see a likely prospect in the library, you're ahead of the game. You know he can read. If you walk past him slowly, you can see what he's reading. That's where you have to be careful. Maybe he's still in school. Maybe he'd expect you to support him while he finishes school. No, you can't judge a book by its cover; but it would be nice if you could see the table of contents.
A man spending time with a dog in a dog park is caring and responsible. Just make sure it's not his girlfriend's dog.
Several of my girlfriends have tried blind dates. The problem with those is making sure the person arranging the blind date isn't blind to negatives the guy might have.
Then there's internet dating - twenty-first century blind dating. It has problems too. How do you judge a man from his picture and a few sentences he writes about himself? What man's going to mention anything negative? Now the computer has the hard drive. The hard drive used to be the first few minutes after a blind date picked you up.
The best way to find your life partner is to look around as you walk through life - look in church, clubs, the PTA and volunteer organizations. That way you won't have to break stride to look for something in common.
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Opportunity can be anywhere - almost anywhere. I wouldn't look for husband material in a ninety-nine cent store. Maybe the guy's saving money, but maybe he's cheap.
I wouldn't look for Mr. Right in a coin laundry either. If he can't afford a washer and dryer, he can't afford you.
Men in singles bars can afford drinks, but would you really want to marry a man who was looking for a wife in a bar?
Safer places to husband hunt are supermarkets, libraries and dog parks; but in each place you have to watch your step.
There's a good chance a man's single if he's in the supermarket's produce department. Few women trust their husbands to be as particular about tomatoes as they are about televisions. However, be sure the amount he's buying would feed only one person.
If you see a likely prospect in the library, you're ahead of the game. You know he can read. If you walk past him slowly, you can see what he's reading. That's where you have to be careful. Maybe he's still in school. Maybe he'd expect you to support him while he finishes school. No, you can't judge a book by its cover; but it would be nice if you could see the table of contents.
A man spending time with a dog in a dog park is caring and responsible. Just make sure it's not his girlfriend's dog.
Several of my girlfriends have tried blind dates. The problem with those is making sure the person arranging the blind date isn't blind to negatives the guy might have.
Then there's internet dating - twenty-first century blind dating. It has problems too. How do you judge a man from his picture and a few sentences he writes about himself? What man's going to mention anything negative? Now the computer has the hard drive. The hard drive used to be the first few minutes after a blind date picked you up.
The best way to find your life partner is to look around as you walk through life - look in church, clubs, the PTA and volunteer organizations. That way you won't have to break stride to look for something in common.
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When Is It A Wine's Time?
Who knew wines in screw-top bottles would become acceptable to knowledgeable wine drinkers? These are the same people who had to adjust to plastic corks. No wonder they drink.
My husband is a knowledgeable wine drinker. He knows what years produced good grapes and what wineries are best for which wines. I don't. If I like a like a wine, I'll buy it again. If I can't remember its name, I look for the same picture on the label.
When John took me to my first wine tasting, I was the "con" in connoisseur. All I knew about a formal tasting was that I had to judge each wine by what I call the "Four S System" - stare, swirl, smell and swallow.
In the stare stage you describe the wine's color - but you can't use the word white or red. In the swirl stage a wine has "legs" if it leaves vertical lines on the sides of the glass - as opposed to the spots on our glasses at home.
A wine's smell is referred to as bouquet because tasters use flowery words like cinnamon, honey and a touch of vanilla to describe it. Trying to add something to the discussion, I commented on the fruitiness of a wine. Unfortunately, I was smelling the waiter's aftershave.
Wearing any scent at a tasting causes major dissent. The waiter, who was as red in the face as a Zinfandel - or maybe a burgundy, was banished; and we proceeded with the swallow stage - the only stage I'm good at.
Because wine has "body" if it leaves a full feeling in one's mouth, I commented that a wine would have both legs and body if it had a fly in it. No one laughed, John gave me one of "those" looks and the tasting continued.
Although the tasters used words like earthy and oak to describe the wine's taste, I use more mundane words, like good or bad; but I didn't use them that night.
I like white wines better than red wines. They're ... fruitier - plus they remove red wine stains caused by tasters who swirl too enthusiastically.
During the general conversation after the tasting, I mentioned to a fellow taster that I often put an ice cube in my wine to lighten its taste. Immediately there were groans of dismay from the entire table. Poor John, I caused the "grapes of wrath".
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My husband is a knowledgeable wine drinker. He knows what years produced good grapes and what wineries are best for which wines. I don't. If I like a like a wine, I'll buy it again. If I can't remember its name, I look for the same picture on the label.
When John took me to my first wine tasting, I was the "con" in connoisseur. All I knew about a formal tasting was that I had to judge each wine by what I call the "Four S System" - stare, swirl, smell and swallow.
In the stare stage you describe the wine's color - but you can't use the word white or red. In the swirl stage a wine has "legs" if it leaves vertical lines on the sides of the glass - as opposed to the spots on our glasses at home.
A wine's smell is referred to as bouquet because tasters use flowery words like cinnamon, honey and a touch of vanilla to describe it. Trying to add something to the discussion, I commented on the fruitiness of a wine. Unfortunately, I was smelling the waiter's aftershave.
Wearing any scent at a tasting causes major dissent. The waiter, who was as red in the face as a Zinfandel - or maybe a burgundy, was banished; and we proceeded with the swallow stage - the only stage I'm good at.
Because wine has "body" if it leaves a full feeling in one's mouth, I commented that a wine would have both legs and body if it had a fly in it. No one laughed, John gave me one of "those" looks and the tasting continued.
Although the tasters used words like earthy and oak to describe the wine's taste, I use more mundane words, like good or bad; but I didn't use them that night.
I like white wines better than red wines. They're ... fruitier - plus they remove red wine stains caused by tasters who swirl too enthusiastically.
During the general conversation after the tasting, I mentioned to a fellow taster that I often put an ice cube in my wine to lighten its taste. Immediately there were groans of dismay from the entire table. Poor John, I caused the "grapes of wrath".
Article Source: http://www.ArticleStreet.com/
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