Misunderstood Men
Misunderstood Men
"...I know the myth is that men want Traci Lords in the bedroom,
Julia Child in the kitchen, Hazel around the house, Lesley Visser
during a game, Mary Poppins for the children, Cha Cha Muldowney in
traffic, Dr. Quinn medicine chick when we're sick, Mary Richards at
work, Mother Theresa when we come home with leprosy, Gertrude Stein in
conversation, the body of Sophia Loren in 'Boy on a Dolphin' combined
with the voice of Sade, and to top it all off the IQ of Anna Nicole
Smith, because of course, we don't want to feel too threatened.
So that's the myth of what we want, what's the reality? Well,
first off put that Cosmo article down right now and back slowly away
from the magazine.
Now go to the window and take a deep breath. You must clear your
head of bullshit articles like "How to Trick Your Man into Cooking
Tex-Mex." Trick me? How about asking me? And then I'll be able to
tell you I don't have a fucking clue what Tex-Mex is, okay?!
All right, I'm not supposed to do this. I'm not supposed to reveal
the master list to all you non tri-pods, but what the hell. Here goes.
Here's what men want from women. One through Ten:
- We want you to understand that we don't give a shit about
clothes. All right. Yours or ours. All we need is one pair of
tennies and one pair of church shoes. That's it.
- Don't talk to us while the television is on. All right.
Very simple. Television is off, we talk. Television is on, we
don't talk.
- When you're behind the wheel of a car, if you want to get
aggressive, that's fine, but don't give somebody the finger and
expect me to defend your honor when Steroid Lad comes over
swinging a pair of nun-chucks, all right?
- Would it kill you to watch 'The Godfather' with me for the
fifty-seventh time?
- Hey I'm sorry, but some of us see a beautiful sunset and think,
"You know I'll betcha my accountant is boning me up the ass."
- You go see Nell by yourself, all right? I met enough chicks
like that at The Drink when I was single.
- Have a sense of humor. Without a sense of humor a relationship
lasts about as long David Duke at a Black Panther meeting.
- Work out your job-related anger before we have sex. Just because
Helmut, the office boy, brought you the cup of lima bean consomme
instead of the bowl of lima bean consomme from Soup Plantation, I
don't want to end up in the friction burn groin ward at Cedars-Sinai.
All right?
- Don't ask us to cry. As much as you say you want us to cry, you
don't really want us to cry. You hate it when we cry. I've tried
crying in front of my wife. She enjoyed it for about thirty seconds
and then started thinking, "Why in the fuck did I marry this
hamster?"
- Be patient. Hold us. Love us unconditionally. Help us out
of this testosterone-induced fog we dwell in and lead us into the
light. Or if that's asking too much, how's about a big sloppy
blow job once in a while. "
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