I think it is interesting to read the comments in some of my groups. There is always at least one woman who starts ragging on men for what they aren’t, or what they can’t do, or what they have done to someone. They’re almost always negative comments, too.
Maybe because my daddy was so good to me, and so influential in my life, I do not have a negative opinion of men. Not even my ex-husbands, and that’s saying a lot. I have learned some very important life lessons from some very important men in my life.
Terry: on my first day of kindergarten, after moving to Podunk in December, Terry was painting on the other side of the easel I was working at. He kept staring at me. I didn’t like it so I whapped him on the forehead with a brush-full of red paint.
Lesson learned: boys are going to stare at you, get used to it. If you hit them with a paint brush, you are going to get in trouble. Period.
Frank: the toughest guy in the eighth grade, no doubt. All the girls and most of the guys were afraid of him. On the last day of school, I accidentally left my Yearbook in my last class and the door was locked. I was upset. Frank walked up to me and asked me what my problem was. My girlfriends backed up about 50 feet, leaving me standing there, alone, with the scariest guy in school. I told him what happened and he went off in search of the custodian. Within 5 minutes, the classroom door was unlocked, and I had my yearbook back. Before I could thank him, Frank was gone. He was killed, knifed to death, in a fight outside a bar, right after high school graduation.
Lesson learned: even the meanest, “baddest” guy in school has a soft spot.
Jamie: oh my gosh! I still get giddy thinking about him! He was my first boyfriend, good-looking blond guy, with beautiful blue-green eyes and a smile that wouldn’t quit. We met at church; we both sang in the choir. I got to sit in church, every Sunday, and look at his gorgeous face! He said the same thing about me. When he got his drivers’ license, we would go to the movies: he would open the car door for me and help me out. He never let me carry anything; he was always there taking care of me.
Lesson learned: a man who has been raised right will make you feel special.
Phil: I met him in one of my college classes. We used to make sure we got to sit next to each other because we always had smart aleck comments to make about the class, the instructor, and anything else we could think of. I truly believe that, if I hadn’t already had a boyfriend, Phil and I would have gotten together. He hugged me on the last day of the class and said “goodbye”: he had enlisted and was going to
Lesson learned: guys can be nice to girls even when they aren’t going to “score.” And they can be funny and fun to be around, too.
Mike: Another college boyfriend; a true BMOC at the four-year college an hour’s drive north of Podunk. He and I were going steady. I saw him nearly every other week, when he would drive down to spend the weekend. He bunked with my brothers; he was practically family. Because he told my mom he wanted to be a lawyer, she was ready to marry me off to him. On the weekends he wasn’t visiting me? He had 2 or 3 girlfriends on campus…..
Lesson learned: a silver tongue may help if you are a lawyer but, it ain’t gonna save you when you two-time your steady girlfriend……..and she finds out!
I could add the two ex-husbands here but why? They’re history. One is remarried and the other one asked me to marry him—again—about three months ago… Let’s not go there, okay?
Tom: a former patient of mine who became a friend. I have blogged about Tom: he is not well. But, when he was, he taught me a very important lesson or two. We used to go out for Happy Hour at the local pub and share the appetizers. We would talk for hours and hours. He gave me some good advice: if you want to meet a guy, stop saying “men are scum” about 50 times an hour! Good advice. He was fun to be around, always laughing and making me laugh. Not that his life was that great.
Lesson learned: men can be wonderful companions!, fun to talk to, fun to be around, and fun to do things with, especially when you don’t tell them that they are “scum.”
Greg and Reese: these are guys I work with, nurses at my home health agency. They are both wonderful men and excellent nurses. Both of them are good for a hug in the morning, too. Especially Reese: I was his mentor when he came to work at the agency and we still have a special bond. I know all his dirty little secrets and he knows all mine……not really, kidding! But the hugs are very much appreciated.
Lesson learned: it is possible to hug married men without breaking up their marriages!
There have been other men, too. Like Don: he is the one who told me “don’t ask the question if you can’t handle the answer!” Good advice!
And Stephen, my doctor: He is always willing to talk when I see him. And he acts as if he has nothing better to do than talk to me. When I leave, he always admonishes me to “get out there and take care of those patients!” He’s a keeper, too!
Women are from Venus
Men are from Mars
Women like fresh flowers
And men like fast cars.
A woman will tell you what she holds dear
A man’s gonna tell you whatever you want to hear.
The woman is looking to clear up some issues
The man is just hoping that no one needs tissues.
Women want to get problems out in the open
Problems will go away, or so men are hopin’.
Expectations are great, for women, I fear
But what they are, to men, is not clear.
A woman and her man, it’s a beautiful sight
To a man, it’s imprisonment and a bit of a fright.
Yet, given the choice of alone or together
Most men will willingly chose the tether.
It’s not a coincidence, for women and men
To pair off, together, again and again.
For men and women are not the same
Complement each other; it’s the name of the game.
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