As my compadres here at Guyspeak have so eloquently outlined, there are myths about men that just aren't true and some of us like shows that we probably don't like to admit in public forum. Hell, I actually DVR 90210 AND Grey's Anatomy and my girlfriend has made me watch more wedding shows than I care to imagine. And yes, she MAKES me watch.
Despite all of the information we provide here daily and the myriad other outlets devoted to helping women understand men, the fact is, there will always be great unknowns. Truth be told, the only reason most publications devoted to such discussion stay alive is that they actually have no clue what's on our mind 90 percent of the time.
Hell, we don't even know. I'm not even sure what I'm thinking right now.
Help me.
What was I saying again?
Ah yes, things that women don't know. Take a gander; a goose if you must.
Men cry in the dark. Crying in the light is heavily frowned upon in the male community. But we have tears. That's why we like to sleep on our sides. Not because we don't want to face you. It's because we have hurt, pain, and tears.
We tend to feel the same insecurities that women do. Do you feel insecure in how your body looks? So do we. I seem to have recently gained enough to wait to kick my pants waist size up two inches. Now I'm not portly or anything, but I don't even remember gaining weight. Will my cat still like me? Heck, I have a cat. Dog lovers spit at me when I walk by.
On that same note...
It really DOES hurt when you boo. Poor baseball players (well not poor, but ya know, "poor"). Or heck, poor Shayne Graham (of the Cincinnait Bengals). He felt bad enough for missing not one but TWO monumental field goals, but to hear the simultaneous boos of tens of thousands of people who have in unison decided to hate you? That hurts.
Music really does soothe the savage beast. Whenever I'm pissed, I play Maxwell's song "Ascension" and by the time the song ends, whatever upset me, has waned to the point where I just want to hug daffodils and squirrels. And I REALLY have a problem with squirrels. I can't be the only one. Johnny Cash ain't famous for his singing voice. Bob Dylan either.
Shopping really isn't so bad, as long as I'm shopping for what I want. Popular misconception is that men don't like shopping. Not true. I LOVE to go shopping for electronics. Shucks, everyday I look at this new pair of headphones that I can't afford and dream of the day I can walk out of a store with them covering my ears in auditory glory as Lady Gaga sends lukewarm lullabyes thru my ear canals. It's just stuff like bras and panties we can't stand. Oh, and groceries. We HATE grocery shopping.
Hell, we don't even know. I'm not even sure what I'm thinking right now.
Help me.
What was I saying again?
Ah yes, things that women don't know. Take a gander; a goose if you must.
Men cry in the dark. Crying in the light is heavily frowned upon in the male community. But we have tears. That's why we like to sleep on our sides. Not because we don't want to face you. It's because we have hurt, pain, and tears.
We tend to feel the same insecurities that women do. Do you feel insecure in how your body looks? So do we. I seem to have recently gained enough to wait to kick my pants waist size up two inches. Now I'm not portly or anything, but I don't even remember gaining weight. Will my cat still like me? Heck, I have a cat. Dog lovers spit at me when I walk by.
On that same note...
It really DOES hurt when you boo. Poor baseball players (well not poor, but ya know, "poor"). Or heck, poor Shayne Graham (of the Cincinnait Bengals). He felt bad enough for missing not one but TWO monumental field goals, but to hear the simultaneous boos of tens of thousands of people who have in unison decided to hate you? That hurts.
Music really does soothe the savage beast. Whenever I'm pissed, I play Maxwell's song "Ascension" and by the time the song ends, whatever upset me, has waned to the point where I just want to hug daffodils and squirrels. And I REALLY have a problem with squirrels. I can't be the only one. Johnny Cash ain't famous for his singing voice. Bob Dylan either.
Shopping really isn't so bad, as long as I'm shopping for what I want. Popular misconception is that men don't like shopping. Not true. I LOVE to go shopping for electronics. Shucks, everyday I look at this new pair of headphones that I can't afford and dream of the day I can walk out of a store with them covering my ears in auditory glory as Lady Gaga sends lukewarm lullabyes thru my ear canals. It's just stuff like bras and panties we can't stand. Oh, and groceries. We HATE grocery shopping.
I think my husband would spontaneously combust if he walked into a grocery store. It's been, oh, 5 years maybe?
Great list, Panama. I'd like to expound on the 'shopping' note, to say that it's very much the hunter mentality. We have something we want/need, we hunt it down, and enjoy every moment of it (unless we come away empty handed). We just don't shop recreationally, or socially. We've got sports for that.
most ladies i know, including me, also hate grocery shopping. hate. and i've never personally met any woman who gets actually jazzed up about undergarment shopping. in fact, bathing suit shopping is considered by me to be one of the worst times of the year- those dressing room lights and multiple mirrors are absolutely ruthless.
"Johnny Cash ain't famous for his singing voice. Bob Dylan either."
That gave me goosebumps. I love it when the light bulbs click.
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