I just knew you would click this one. You see, whenever a woman says, "sex", men come running to see if she is willing and ready to do so with him.
This is really a 2 part blog combined into one. Lately, I have been personally dealing with questions about my relationships (both past and present) with men. I have some truly amazing men in my life at this moment, unfortunately I don't think that any of them are ready to be a portion of the lives of 5 kids. (This is not a pity-party style blog. I am not hear to evoke pity, or to hear how sorry you all are that maybe I am not going to find a husband anytime soon if ever! I am an extraordinary person, loving, caring, considerate, hard-working and a great mom. If those are the only things I get to be for the rest of my life, I will rejoice in that.)
Part 1 of this blog goes something like this, I wanted to know why I haven't really connected with anyone this year. (This is the part of the blog inspired by the amazing blog of Gavin Fisher. See told you I was dedicating a blog to you.)
So here is the deal, finding a guy is like going to the meat market. We all have those things we are looking for. Thing one (for me anyways) is the right amount of fat. I personally like my meat with a bit of flavor so a piece of beef that is too lean is out of the question. Likewise, I am not trying to clog an artery, so a giant fatty piece of meat won't work either. (Yes, lots of parenthesis in this blog, and yes, I am eluding to what I am looking for when picking out a man. Maybe it's rude to say no fatties, but this woman knows what she wants!) I am also looking for a steak of highest quality. I am not going out with money to buy a steak and returning with a hamburger. I want my steak to come from a good home with lots of free time for the cow to roam. I want the cow to know I especially selected to eat this cow and not any other cows for a reason. I had a special connection to that cow in that place and time.
A lot of guys I have been talking to (cough, cough you know who you are) having been telling me this lie that the girl has to have a pretty face. While this may be true, (no butter faces) I know that no man is going to bother to look at the face of a woman that doesn't meet his personal standard of fatness. Every guy has one. I just discussed this very thing with my brother. He was told to pick out two women, one pushing thick (ie for those of you that don't know thick is still "effable" like not too fat to hit after a few beers) and the other woman had to be pushing fat. Blah, blah, blah, medical conditions could have made these girls fat and it's not very nice to say. I am NOT being nice, but I will be HONEST. He found both these women in a short matter of time. If the one girl gained even 5lbs he would no longer touch her. It's rude and degrading, but at least it gave me a goal.
I don't want to ever be excluded based on the fact that I am too fat. So, I started running. I had to walk past a public pool with my kids to get to the local track to "run". (I tried to run, but my pants kept falling down. True story.) It was so hot and all my kids kept saying was that they would rather swim, until we saw him. There with his feet in the kiddie pool was a monster of a man. Not only could I count his rolls, but I could also see his crack. At this point, knowing my kids, I knew that they were also thinking, "I get why mommy wants to run." So we went around and around on that track.
In the fair scheme of things, yes, we all look at faces too. I like blue or green eyes. I hate noses that are too big, teeth that are obviously missing and/or gold, and unibrows. Men if I must wax my eyebrows for you, please do some maintence on yours, just saying. I like brown hair. I have dated a grand total of 2 blondes and really have never been that attracted to red heads. It's a personal preference and to each their own.
So now on to part 2. There is nothing to do around here but go to a bar or have sex. Maybe even some might first go to a bar then have sex. Those truly daring may even have bar sex. Let's face it. We are in our 20's. There are about 4 forms of entertainment in Elkhart. Bars, roller rinks, movies and bowling alleys get old. No straight man wants to go shopping. It's not just a problem at our age.
We wonder why so many teens are getting pregnant. They have nothing better to do. Mommy and daddy now must both work to support a family, or if it's a single parent household, often one parent works two jobs. This leave the house open and free for our kids to have sex simply because, "There is nothing on tv."
Let's just say for one minute that the same 4 things didn't get old. Those 4 things get expensive quickly. 8 dollars a person just to skate for a couple hours, means that for my family of 6, we would spend $48 on one night of entertainment. (Good thing we have bread and geese around here.) Movies and snacks are even more....etc...ect...down the line.
This also means since we are all broke we are inviting the temptation of staying home and getting a redbox into our lives. While cheap entertainment is good, it is also inviting the temptation of sex into our living rooms. The movie sucks, so you start making out and the next thing you know, you are in bad next to each other wondering why you got so bored.
On a very direct note, this is not me. I am writing this in response to discovering yet another teen in my children's family was pregnant. Sex belongs inside a ltr preferably marriage. I would never do anything to compromise the mental/emotional health of my children and that means THIS MOM is making good decisions for herself.
Then, 9 months later you have a child and you are NEVER bored again. One day, even though you had every intention of moving to a big city, your child will still be living here with you in the boring city and will also being having the same stupid sex you had out of boredom and fake love.
We need to change this now. I want my children to be active. I want them to volunteer. I want them to have more to do than be broke, live in a boring city and have sex. I want them to find a steak and take it to a new and exciting place to live where they can have all the sex they want in their marriage.
So now you have two thoughts. I am obsessed with boring sex, and I want a steak. If I could have both, life would be perfect.
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