It is so nice to be able to write a blog that is all about my perspective on men – don’t have to research, don’t have to fact- check, don’t have to get permission – Just have to share my opinions with all of you. Hang on!
But first – a disclaimer. I have four sons and a daughter, a dynamite son-in-law and two super daughters-in-law – they are all fabulous! Of course, as the consummate Jewish mother, how could they ever be anything else? Of course not! I have an ex-husband – a nice guy – I was sixteen years old when we got engaged – too young – so we only lasted together for 10 years. Three years later, I was married again. My current husband and I have lasted for 40 years – mmm – no editorial comments. This blog is about all the rest.
Oh yes, to my two very good friends who are gay – you have already grimaced and groaned at my editorial comments about men and sex – so don’t bother commenting unless you have something nice to say. Thank you very much.
It really is tough to be a guy – especially when they are very young. Guys are fixated on things that are sexual – primarily their penis. They think that they are judged by its size, how often they get it up, how long it “stays up”, and how many times they can “come”. Girls are really only there to reinforce those priorities. And too many of them never get over it. When they got older their brain, as it relates to sex and women, never grew up. This blog isn’t about them.
Now fast forward.
Ladies, what can ever be more delicious than a man who doesn’t need a road map?
A man who knows that it isn’t size that matters but what he does with what he’s got that does.
A man who thinks about how your body works and tries some creative ideas to make you smile.
And the best of them are always older men.
Okay – enough about sex.
This blog is in appreciation of all the older men I know, or have known. My husband is ten years older than me, so he counts in the mix. Since this is my blog, I can write whatever I want. So what constitutes older to me is a man fifty-five and counting. And here are some of the things that we all love about all of them:
You are gentle when you have to tell me something I don’t want to hear.
You make me wish I was twenty years younger
You are always so happy if I flirt with you – which is something I have been doing with men all of my life – isn’t that a fun part of the game?
You always flirt back – even if you aren’t in the mood – just so I won’t feel like a reject from the glue factory
You always take the time to listen
You don’t laugh at my questions
You always smile when you see me
You often make judgements – but kindly, with some sensitivity and always without trying to hurt my feelings
You always open the door
You always defer and offer your hand
You always pay
You never complain because I never offer to pay – (that dates me back to prehistoric times when girls NEVER ever considered going ‘dutch’)
You don’t notice the lines on my face or the extra pounds
You are patient with my golf game
You always tell me to ‘take another one’ after I poop my drive 20 yards
You let me hug you and you hug me back
You tell me how lucky I am that you aren’t twenty years younger or I would be in danger (I really like that line – it is one of my favourites)
You always take my calls
You make me feel safe
You are there
To all of you special guys out there – Happy Fathers Day – or if you aren’t a father, just have a happy day. You are the best!
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