On another subject I was just reading an old email I hadn't read and it had "Why Is Marriage So Difficult?
By Gary Smalley"
And I found some good points though I'm free not to try anymore (yay) - "...Years ago I asked five divorced women, individually, "If your husband began treating you in a consistently loving manner, would you take him back?" "Of course I would," each replied. But, unfortunately, none had hope that her husband would ever be like that. Because I knew one of the men personally, I had to concur with his wife's hopelessness. If he were willing to try, he could win her back. Unfortunately, he wasn't interested in learning." Yep, exactly. One person can't do it all. The other day I was browsing the TV Menu and saw Dr. Phil was going to help a troubled marriage. I used to always record those and pay such close attention and try to learn and use what I'd learned. Thank God I don't have to do that anymore. One of us never tried before, now we have one thing in common.
Also by Gary Smalley - "We often violate the relationship laws inherent in marriage, and then we wonder why it all goes sour. But we wouldn't wonder if the law of aerodynamics sent a one-winged airplane plummeting to the earth. Imagine yourself an aerospace engineer working for NASA. Your job is to put several men on the moon, but something goes wrong halfway though their flight. You wouldn't dream of walking out on the entire project because something went wrong. Instead, you and the other engineers would put your heads together and work like crazy to solve the crisis! If the project had failed altogether, you still wouldn't forsake it. You would study what happened and modify it to avoid similar problems in the future." Here are the operative words "you and the other engineers would put your heads together and work like crazy to solve the crisis". What if you were expected to do it all by yourself and the other engineers sabotaged the shuttle? You try to fix it but they keep wrecking it. Over and over and over times Pi. Some men are all about the chase, once the rings have landed they think the shuttle can't crash, it's a done deal. By the way, I have put several men on the moon (snap ;-p)
You know what? People don't change, really, it's not just a cliché.
K, back to "sexy man" - I told him since hubby and I can't get a real divorce I'm not up for our impending fling. Hubby and I laid down some ground rules and the main one for him was no gettin' jiggy wit' it in our house. K, hubby didn't say it that way but I kinda like the song. Sexy Man was very cool about it, said he understands I would like us to be friends only (this happened yesterday). Today he drove by my house three times. The next one won't know where I live.
I attract men like moths to a flame and I know why... too much estrogen. I'm trying to bring it down with herbal supplements but it's still high, causes all kinds of physical problems but men are attracted to it. I saw a show where women just recorded their voices at different times of the month and someone else played the recordings for men and the men thought the women were sexy who were at their estrogen peeks. Then they heard the same women at a different time of the month and didn't think they sounded sexy.
I attract the wrong men though. The more barbaric kind that couldn't survive without a woman. They need someone to figure their finances and clean up after them, the kind that still live with their mother.
So, I used to think I just need a man with a penis and a pulse but looks like I'll have to up my standards because that's all I'll get.
Wow, is it too much to ask for a man with a... a... brain too?
My new standards:
- someone who doesn't live with his mama or wife (oh my gosh),
- has a job and a car or truck,
- isn't a substance abuser (no illegal drugs at all),
- no domestic violence charges ever,
- doesn't wear clothes with holes in them (good grief, some of the guys I see out there),
- no facial hair (well I just don't like it),
- decent credit score (not that I want his credit, just shows he's responsible to some extent, can take care of his own finances).
- Oh yeah, a penis and a pulse and a partridge and a pear tree (kidding on the last two but you might giggle next Christmas).
Is that too much? Just for a bootie call?