By Shana Ting Lipton, Special to The Times
Have been away from the forum for days now, nearly a week or longer, but not really.....since I cannot really get away........My Uechi Brothers and sisters are almost always with me in my heart (if you can believe there is such a thing).......Although I have been avoiding some discussions (for now), I have not ignored them as I have been searching my heart and soul for the right things to say and to avoid saying the wrong things...Believe it or not, I actually spend hours, days & weeks thinking about what was said on these forums and how to respond in the best possible manner....the internet is such a great medium in that it allows us to respond immediately, without thinking to what other people say....I would prefer to take the time to think about what you had to say before I comment on it....but I can be in a hurry just like the next person......
Damned if you do and damned if you don’t. That is what this article makes me think about the situation for men in our society (you can include other groups if you feel left out).
According to this article, there is something wrong with the sensitive guy and there is also something wrong with the insensitive guy. This writer might make one think that there are no good single men………Or is she just a man hater?
I am contemplating contacting Topps, the chewing gum/baseball card company, to suggest a line of trading cards that reflect the peculiar state of the single man in Los Angeles. What better way to differentiate the "players" than to have them properly labeled and described in an attractive, collectible format?
As they say, "Collect 'em all." Or in my case, keep the gum and toss the cards.
Heartfelt Hustler: The
emotionally loose guy
He's a good listener. He communicates well and is free-flowing with Lifetime television-worthy tales of loves lost and triumphant battles of will. You talk to him as if he's one of the girls. Suddenly you're telling him your fears and fantasies. He listens intently, smiling and lovingly patting your shoulder — lingering just a bit too long. You feel so comforted that you reveal the pain of your last breakup and your hopes for a passionate reunion.
Suddenly he's out of there quicker than you can say "Oprah's Book Club." He's played the "good listener" role a bit too well, he realizes. He's crossed the dreaded border into Friendsville. It's over and he's on to his next victim — unless, of course, he's an old pro. In that case he may stick around and play the friend card until one night an unexpected connection, and three Cosmopolitans, help you realize that he was always Mr. Right … or at least Mr. Right Now.
Harry Golightly: The
intimacy-phobic party boy
Unlike his female counterpart, Holly, Harry Golightly doesn't dream of spending breakfast at Tiffany's but rather happy hour at the Viper Room. He's glad to take you with him, as long as you don't hinder him from making it past the velvet rope. Otherwise, you're on your own in social Siberia.
Yet he possesses such a sweet and alluring quality. When you kiss him you get all tingly in your stomach. Or is that just the constant vibrating of the cellphone in his jeans pocket? He's popular, after all. With him it's not "Your place or mine?" but "Your place and My Space." The last time he tried to add a new friend, the whole online network broke down and Tom got mad. Don't worry, you'll get some quality one-on-one time with him — there's a whole hour between the rock concert and the MTV party.
Sam Pekin-Poet: The
Old salty dogs rarely settle down until they take their last gasp. "Women: Can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em," they're known to say. But sometimes looks can be deceiving. You're attracted, at first, by Sam Pekin-Poet's gritty, masculine ways, perceiving him as a stultified loner waiting for the right prairie rose to bring him back to life.
In reality, this cowboy isn't a fighter but a lover. And he isn't a poet, but he wishes he were. As he stares dotingly into your eyes, he pauses and asks, "Have you always been this cute or did you have to work at it?" He's going to have to work at his romantic material or it's happy trails for him.
Hunka Hunka Burning
Man: The hippie stalker
You were hoping to make love, not war, but had an exit strategy. So you figured that the man whose dating philosophy was based on Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Free Bird" was the perfect candidate for a casual fling. Unfortunately, as the saying goes, wherever he lays his hat is his home, and the hat doesn't appear to be going anywhere.
Try as you may to politely ask him to get those Birkenstocks moving, he doesn't hear you. He calls, e-mails, even text-messages you. The more unresponsive he finds you, the more he clings rabidly to the hope of a relationship, marriage, kids, a life. Perhaps he's more of a lame duck than a free bird. You were hoping this wouldn't be such a long, strange trip. After two months, he finally leaves you alone. But he'll be back. After all, some folks followed the Grateful Dead for three decades. What's another three months?
keep the gum and toss the cards.
I like this quote so much, it seems to say, "keep the wallet and throw away the man", as it relates to this article....
This article is so full of double standards it would take me all day to show them all in the totality........
According to this article, it seems that for women, it is ok to have casual flings, but for men, that must be a character flaw (unless that is what the women want).......And men who have been told to be sensitive all these years have just been put down if they dare to be sensitive.........