First of all, yuck.
Then, imagine fist pumping and manly chest thumping. Yeah, ok, that’s not how
men really think all the time but I'm trying to infuse some healthy doses of
manliness in this post to excuse some of the mushy things I might say in a bit.
I'm a manly man, no chest hairs to prove it but it is what it is. Now that I'm
done with trying to convince myself of my obvious manliness, on with the post.
I know some of you
approach this post with expectations of some amount of wisdom, knowledge and
hope. Cast all these aside, I am a rebellious young man with a thirst for
adventure and a few good stories in my past. I have discovered many things by
stumbling upon them much like bumping into the coffee table in total darkness
then cursing out loud while trying to sooth my throbbing toe. I have no proven
formula for happiness as I am yet to be cloned, haha.
So now, ze French seem
to know all about zees love, no? how about the romantic Italians? Or the
passionate and energetic Spanish eh? Well, I have never been to any of the
aforementioned countries yet I claim to have some understanding of the matter
at hand, pah, such mindless guessing you might say. I grew up knowing that they
(above) were the masters of the mysterious force known as love. The keepers of
it even. I often wondered if I would be fit to star in one of their films as an
alehandro type (sought by all the women with some noble back story) but alas, I
fear my tolerance for nonsense like I see in soap operas is low.
I have seen a girl in
love, more than once and fortunately, at least a couple of those times, I was
the cause. (applause now,* smiles* ) shocking eh? Yeah, believe me I know.
Girls in love are usually soft. They glow like bulbs and have such pleasantness
about them that it is almost annoying, when they aren’t fighting their
significant others that is. Girls in love have a certain buoyant demeanor about
them, almost as if they walk on air like they have jet packs. Men, ok at least
the ones I have seen, are different.
Firstly, if a guy is in
love, his boys are almost always guaranteed to be the last to know, this
probably has something to do with the name calling and flowing jokes that
follow but, such moments build a man, Haha. Once in a while, it may happen that
a man is coerced by unfair threats by his girl to say such things as I love you
back at the end of a call but in the presence of his boys, most guys hunch
their shoulders and speak in whispers in a corner as if they are trying to
hide. Despite all efforts, chances are that his boys will usually be calling
him names like wuss and whipped and such but will have EXACTLY the same
reaction when called themselves. After the conversation, the man in question
proceeds to change the subject instantly lest the group turns on him and starts
poking fun at him.
Men do not share love
stories with other men. Ok, at least the ones I know. We tend to encapsulate it
all in vague statements. For example, if a man in a relationship is asked by
his friend how they are doing, his answer will probably be a one sentence
answer like:
Who, her? Oh, We are
good.
or
I'm not so sure how things
are going
or
Oh her, we broke up, so
uh yeah.
The reason for this you
may ask? I have no definitive answer but my guess is a lot in the relationship
tends to get past many men hence for some mystically baffling reason, they are
usually among the last to know that their significant others are unhappy. I
blame this on men’s poor ability to read body language.
This is what I have so
far, I will write again about this, sometime though I will add this. Uhh, here
is my take on the whole bloody thing
Love
A love so pure like a
sword forged from pure diamonds, strong and beautiful yet inescapably brittle,
priceless and dangerous. A love I fear, a Love that pierces my body and ignites
my spirit, inspires my thoughts and lends wings to my emotions such that I
conquer the heavens and live in the clouds. A Love that brings me to my knees
in awe of all creation and in my part in it, a timeless love, a worthy cause, a
life worth living.
Ahem, now if you will
excuse me, I have to go and recollect my man points or I will be unable to face
my boys this weekend.
Yeah, have a good one