
We got talking.
About age, of course about age.
Then life issues, perspectives, relationships. And women.
When young men are involved in a conversation with an older woman, women
may be an agenda item.
Each had a different view. Each had a different mondus operandi.
One was not in a relationship. And was not looking to be in a
relationship. I did not find out why
that was; but I understood at this point in his life, he did not need a woman
to complete him. [I have always wanted to use that phrase. I wondered if he was okay – which
twentysomething year young man does not need a woman in his life. But maybe he was born that way? Physically, soulically, spiritual? Maybe he will end up in a bikram monastery
scenario, though he probably will have a lot of explaining to do, regarding the
carrying on of the clan name to his begetters.
I wonder if he is the sole male heir of a traditional thought oriented
man.
The second was in a relationship, and must be in a
relationship. Is always in a
relationship, with one woman. Never is
without a woman. One woman leaves the
out the back door of his heart, as the next one crosses the welcome home mat at
the front. The serial monogamy kinda
man. Does this mean that he has one girl
in the hand, and another within reach. Living
for tomorrow? Instead of the now, the
present moment [he needs to hook up with Eckart Tolle]?. What happens if the girl
in the hand is the girl for life? Will
he recognise it?
The last was in multiple relationships. I thought to myself, he needs a different kind
of woman for different times; one for the morning, another for noon and another
for nighttimes. Or different ones for
different man things – fun, sport, witty conversation, or just dumb nonthinking
cave things. Plus for Friday drink-ups, Saturday road trip, Guest plus one
kinda things. Could he ever do with one
woman I wondered to him? Could he find
him one woman to suit him? Instead of
three, four, five? A Stepford wife [read mindbogglingly beyond submissive], who
turns into stunning sociality kind of thing and then crazy bitch virago the
next, totally mercurial but surprisingly reliable in it? Drop dead gorgeous – without effort. Playful,
thoughtful, funny, intelligent and silly, serious and freaky in turn. Has assertiveness down pat and yet
maddeningly aggressive with full bodied splashes of bad and bitch thrown in. Who’s God fearing and has her shit
together. Appreciates, respects, loves and
baby’s him unconditionally. All at the
same time? All these aspects [like in
geometry] intersecting at one point, one woman? Does such a woman exist? The concurrent
woman.
image from http://jwilson.coe.uga.edu/
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